across the blackened sky as
and the chef was considering;
rain fell on top of rain on top or rain,
we removed soggy clothes
wrapping towels around nakedness,
preparing to eat by candlelight;
pre-induced and prolonged sexual
fantasies dart here and there
never really landing on either;
lights flicker but remained down
and we ate out of cans, ignoring
the tin rattle of our spoons;
shades of everything but gray
covered the night transparently,
and we were undisturbed within
our memories and our sex.
13Jun14
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