January 26
While the sunburn in my head
Gets ready to peal
The smooth and time stricken ocean floor
Her body in the midnight water
Or hers in the September twilight
Or his in a lifeless February
Too much room for regret
And not enough for a cherry slushy
Lovers all fall into sleep
with another set of teeth within inches
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