in your bedroom
low light of the late afternoon,
sheets shuffling under our such shapes,
wisdom whispered through the window,
your tender touch —
a dam
a crack
a burst
flood —
wailingwhimperingwrithing
clawingcryingcarving
floodingflailingfighting
tearingtouchingtrying —
a monologue delivered to an audience of myself
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