Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
Hotel
upon this rented bed we left a thickness
from the depths of our lust and breath
that rose with hot air:
the fingers over the warm stiff sheets
are aching like palm trees bending to break
in a humid rush and typhoon
of our overloved bodies
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