Sweatless
We are happiest
on cloudy days as if sun
burns through our thinned skin,
lays bare the vessels,
dries out the circulation,
mixes the message;
we could hide in shade,
just be—wordless, sweatless
on each others chests:
listen, your heart beats—
quiet, my heart still pulses—
it is all we are:
Two humans spinning in space
Lonely, but for our embrace.
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