typing away
beating the red deadlines
on a back-breaking lane
too narrow and shallow,
so much for
sweaty crevices,
swerving interests,
sneaky devices.
but unstoppable:
surging pain
throbbing temples
letting go of the brakes
now lying down,
under the playful moon,
closing my eyes to see you:
pulling up my dress
to rest your chamomiled palm
on the belly in distress.
a speedy release into the warm folds
of a hovering but fleeting cloud,
away from the real stains on my cold sheets.
19 July 2015
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