Lovers legs and brown eyes still
in the very early morning.
When everything they had lied about
to get to this point,
in the warm summer heat.
The fan that had been rotating all night
to cool their skin,
Every sweaty lie that had been told between their skins
came and rattled them from their sleep.
One by one,
waking them from their dreams.
His long dreads swung with his moods.
Her full hips absorbed
Their friendship made trivial
by the tears he kept walled up behind his eyes,
and the few that blessed her cheeks,
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