secrets are bleeding


discretion used; code of honour – no conferring,
sharing with others
our intimacy captured, self documented
our lives, our art
by a window, looking down on the city streets
she says, it’s too hot to be
anything other than naked
they argue, they laugh
oscillating between lust and love
between rage and elation

she wraps a towel around her head, face concealed
fuck me she screams from within
I’m another woman
instinctively with a t-shirt he follows suit
amid the crashing of furniture
the carnal carnival proceeds


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