the only thing in the room
that ready for us
was the bed.
sheets tucked at the corners
two pillows
& one round, red sun.
your mouth is my oyster. scratch that.
your oyster is my mouth.
this is going
in an unexpected direction.
when I press my ear
to your chest, it gallops
like so many horses,
like a night on the plains.
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