the sultry smell
of grilled salmon and shrimp
our shoulders
close, closer to each other
and our wandering hearts, too
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dappled trail
a summer breeze humming
our sweet nothings
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after love
and her going back home
I take a shower
to wash away her trace
and another steamy night
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pity? I murmur ...
these women in red
sail to my shore
even disembark, and yet
never reach my interior