In the Wash

Your arm is draped around my waist
We’re locked causally together
In the calm after the fervor
Our gazes are locked in silence
There are stories in your eyes
I try to pull them from within
Attempt to know the real you
Can’t we just have this?
An eternal perfect moment
Naked bodies
Naked souls
Naked thoughts
Before the morning comes
And in the first morning rays
We retreat
We are shy
Our thoughts take over
We talk ourselves out of love
Only the sheets can tell our tale
Of a night of ferocity
That will soon be forgotten in the wash


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