better than
soft core during
hard hours found past midnight
set within perriwinkle television lighting
she is,
when afternoon light catches her
moving like old flip comic books
i loved when i was small.
i swear her hips
were born to rival an upright bass
and lay me low
crossing the room,
and if i keep quiet
i can hear her breathing
move briskly
along my heartstrings.
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