First seen in a Western doorway
A knockout puertorriqueña in the dark
her adobe belly
scented lemon
leaves me torn
Mine a cold foot
and not a cell without
the fug of six showerless days
under twelve blankets and pillows
in November
The key is in
the approach
No need to pry
just
lean
into
and kiss
That's all it was
One kiss
She promised
Since dawn we'd played in woods
and fell quick to sleep
I dreamed we were in love
and never saw her again
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