fingers to fingers palms to
palms flesh to flesh ear to chest.
the distinct beats a proof you still have that
vital, tortured, recycled organ
and i too for double beats are audible.
barely audible whispers, murmurs.
'light one up'
vinyls in the background draining our voices
crisp, flirtatious parisian accents echo
let us sleep now.
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