She lay on the bed
under knots and moonlit notches
breathing like she just came
from the bottom of the ocean.
I tasted the sea on the tip of my tongue.
One of her languid arms fell to the floor
and twitched with diminishing frequency
like an autotomized lizard's tail.
A piece of the moment that will never grow
back the same.
The sweat and the wet had come to the
surface
that instant
the gasps became giggles
and I emerged from the trance
to feel my own chest fill with air,
become faint,
and know
that it was good.
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