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It Is Nearly Mid-Winter

morning curtains

I have already forgotten what it's like
to walk on naked feet in leather boots,
damp and soft and dark in a secret room only you know
with your heels and toes,
or to ride the folds of a light skirt over a summer breeze
with one hundred degrees of sun running down
in the periphery of your shade,
or to taste the salt you catch on a fingertip
from the small of a back after a late afternoon fuck
while you dodge the day's hottest quarter.
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