It is hot in this room. Too hot for clothes, too hot for pretenses. The shades are drawn and ice turns to water. We glisten while remaining still. Only stillness keeps the heat from further softening our will. We breath shallow, waiting for dusk. We exhale softly watching ghostly lights flicker through half closed eyelids. In the space of lifetimes you reach out your hand and place it atop mine. Our touch diffuses this savage reality and lifting finger and toe, we climb over one another until we reach the other end of this day. Until we find the rising moon and the cool air brushes against our skin.
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