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After this, will the kiss
After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar? The sun is rising; your hand still in the small of my back.
Read moreAt the juke joint she pulls
At the juke joint she pulls him in, breathing as slow as she moves her hips; hypnotic, naughty, hopped up on gin, this place, this man.
Read moreThrough the louvers I see Joy
Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night that she’d pressed me against the tamarind tree? I touch my arm, ready to let her in.
Read moreWhen he runs his fingers
When he runs his fingers through her hair he feels like undressing his alibis, flimsy as they are. Naked, he wants marriage. Clothed, alone.
Read moreWe lie here
We lie here. This could be an ocean, but for this quiet valley running between us. I’m too exhausted to say sweet things that you’ll forget.
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