i hear my way through
the dark
siamese heart

where you end i start

on a moonlight bicycle ride
the perfume of ferns
whizzes by

my willow wicker
bicycle basket
is the sycamore
leaves casket

the undoing
buttons and zippers
giggling on the moss
i love the molasses slow
peeling your clothes off

i can't see
you when i
try
only in static from
the corner of my eye

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