Entwined, we cross
our legs Xing the bed
in our motion,
a erratic form
in perfect rhythm.
We reign in tears
and sweat – bodies dripping,
marking the spot
in the sheets.
Efflorescence
reflects us
gleaming white on black
as we separate
suddenly soaked in guilt,
asking ourselves, “Why?”
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