42 and counting

trumpets and sexophones, swilling this humid air
we are drugged by sweat on skin in the mid afternoon
i wanted to run but could not
i wanted to write but could not
i wanted to
and we did, and your voice
brings me back to bed, again

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2 thoughts on “42 and counting

  1. Okay so I have a most horrendous story to tell about trumpets and sex but I shall save it for a drunken evening, haha. This is wonderful and succinctly captures the JOY of sex in the afternoon. People don’t do it enough, imo. I love the ‘drugged’ as well – it really sets off the headiness after the noise.

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