a place to call home

strangers or lovers

light years apart

giggle into the freezer

like sun burnt children

the heat of the day

stuck in fleshy creases 

of hardly kissed

or caressed

places

like

muggy little swamps

quiero algo?

she asks

twirling his hair as if it were her own

in a way

he would never

(he likes it)

freshly squeezed orange juice?

mmhmmm

she smooths his hair back

nurturing

(he likes it)

she touches his forehead

in millimeters

fingers refining 

lightly rumpled skin

from many subtle motions

sleeping mythical creatures

reside

behind those eyes

they gallop and twirl

in colors you've never seen before

and when they laugh

the world turns another day

she untangles herself

at a snail's pace

legs against legs

kissing his eyelids closed

in the backyard

the sun: glowing gold orbs

quiver

through green leaves

she tugs oranges

from stems

citrus drenched air

heavy and hot

teeth long to bite the rind

but

will

wait

her body sways

imperceptibly

maybe she is

humming 

some lyrics 

some song

he watches her.
 

his hands, soft

tracing shapes

on clammy sheets


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