The thirst I felt
after a night of sin
similar
to those dusks to dawns
before, after, again.
She and I,
high,
listening to Yardbird Suite.
Trying to understand
what this
coming together,
really means.
Why on this chilly winter night,
did I find she?
she, I?
To end up naked and entwined
sifting through what memories we have left
of pasts we both wish to forget.
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