I wore those clothes all day that day
of the morning I returned.
I walked down the sidewalk
flaunting my sloppy attire
like a proud sex warrior.
It was movie-esque: that time
the way the moon mixed with the streetlamps
and cast shadows through your apartment window on our skin;
the heat of that late-spring night
awake until dawn,
cries of coerced pleasure floating in the stagnant air,
with cigarettes left to smoke
uncaring, and naked
in all senses of the word.
The greatest of agreements
the honesty unprecedented,
the sweaty sheets beneath me
and the fitfull
beautiful something
of sleeping
with you.
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