An afterthought - a poem

The sweat and the wet had come to the


that instant

the gasps became giggles

and I emerged from the trance

to feel my own chest fill with air,

become faint,

and know

that it was good.

She lay on the bed

under knots and moonlit notches

breathing like she just came

from the bottom of the ocean.

I tasted the sea on the tip of my tongue.

One of her languid arms fell to the floor

and twitched with diminishing frequency

like an autotomized lizard's tail.

A piece of the moment that will never grow

back the same.

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