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October 27, 2003

after a long day's work
i come to the cold door of the apartment.

i come to the flatness of the floor
the moon-streaked curtains
and down below

half-uncovered between two thin blankets.

i caress the slender length of your neck to your back
to your buttocks
an eternity along the longitude of your legs

my eyes
never tire of watching

my cold fingers
leave burn marks on your skin
touching you without touching

and you
slowly curl to the latency of my heat.

two boys' slow fiery breaths
in the coming replay of night fading to daylight
crystallize their drowsy makeshift retreat to the deep

in the morning i put my arm around you
and slowly pulsating slowly fall into sleep.