a messy business, a slapdash affair

9 Jun

a messy business, a slapdash affair

face pressed close against her hair

each of us sweating in the heat

what were our names again?

did we have a place that we could go?

a place called home?

or is this a matter of catch as catch can

like flying fish

we jump so high, our mouths stretched out wide

but only for a moment

such a sweet escape

a messy business, a slapdash affair

we fall back into the liquid we both share

swimming apart

our bodies have become shadows

which occasionally catch the light from

some distant place

what were our names again?

did we have a place that we could go?

a place called home?

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