warm
between the thighs
like the place the
light goes
over the edge of
the world
as we watch knees
touching
from the cooling
beach
like that spot in
the mind
once before a fireplace
where you choose
to spend
the final moment
of your life
as the last sound
fades
like the back of
your hand
in a shaft of sunlight
your whole life
outside
the window in melting
snow
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