Carlos


I live high
above the clouds
that hang over
Honolulu
I spy your
flank peeking
from beneath
the dark gray
bed sheets
an alabaster
doll wrapped in
cloudy fabric
you move
the clouds
move with you
a storm in bed
at last naked
as the torrent
of sheets
binds ankles
and brings
hunger

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