saturday afternoon
Justin Hyde
to make love
in a three hundred thousand dollar house
then fall asleep
pretzeled in the embers
nothing on your mind
but how many thousand yards
youre going to swim at the y
later tonight.
in this instant
your heart is limpid
guileless
bobbing freely
in the zenith
of a vectorless mind.
this cant last.
it wont last.
the blueprints forbid it.
her great grandmothers
hundred year old wedding dress
from scandinavia
hangs in the corner
a white orchid
spans clear space
on her dresser
follow the blades
of the ceiling fan
slowly
they melt together
your hand
gliding
through a sheen of sweat
down her thigh.
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