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That Apartment in Lower Queen Anne


Was there carpeting? I can't recall
though I know the floors were oak,
and squeaked when trod upon. The light

was from the north, subdued
by the hillside, though we must
have looked out on neighbor's lit windows

climbing the Counterbalance. Perhaps
I can see cherry trees across the street,
but that may just be springtime

and fondness fogging my memory.
It was all so long ago.
All I really can remember now is the wine

you laughingly spilled
over your taut belly, how acrid
was its bite, how suddenly it warmed

to your heat, how it set me on the path
of moving ever lower on your body
in search of more exotic tastes.

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