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sex under our feet
we sit on a stone
homesick this
higher on a cliff

deaf roses and
the smell of us
is dead rain
falling and leaving

enough is the
sand on our floor
from picnic summer
and we are easy

kick our boots
we wash our feet
ready to sleep
bed is nowhere

 

2014

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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