We twist weekly
We tryst weakly when
I am sore, which is often, weekly. Tap the lamp
once for gloom
twice for it to glow again.
Roll, hold. Laugh often.
Adjust, and I just. can't.
adjust.
Leg over, lower shoulder. Adjust. Adjust.
And the low light shines
from behind his curved back,
and the hair under his arm is a shock of brown lightning.
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