She was making the beast with one back.
A process of lassitude, frantic and
antic abandon and lack, and
I am taken aback
at such sight in mind's eye
I can only guess at. It's improper
to make a subject of this.
It should be (one thinks) a privacy jam.
Yet there, she is
And here, I am
We only imagined each other
bam
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