clothes need not be, our damp calamity

The togetherness of us in the

mornings is a humidity, that

soaks my bed clothes and

oh, how irrelevant the daily skins,

that hide our blushed nakedness.

To be shopped,

certainly oh, to dress up and impress

just not so often worn… at least

in the dark hours with you.

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