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You bit into the skin

a picture of a blue sailboat

now sailing across your morning

and into my day

this crude way of crossing that manages to convey both

carefulness and carnality

I take in the tone and texture

of your burning flesh

while your eyes remain

wide unseeing

soft wet sounds

when you shower

I cannot tear my gaze

from your back

or the way your face winces

not in discomfort but because

for a moment your senses

are overwhelmed

with a burst of cold water

and so are mine