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Rushing through it,
I break the day in half
to get to where you are,
forgetting that I carry warm coffee,
cause I'm tickling memory
of feathery fingers on the nape.

Blue light and a shirtless you
come out of 209.
You look as if behind me
more of me appears.
Your gaze trickles
to the caramel latte
on my pink blouse.
Silence is your ally.

I hook onto the belt loop
of your jeans and learn
to forget forewords of our unfolding.

You follow by kissing
the vacancy behind my neck,
and teasing off the little buttons.