I was living in the past
Writing words to remember
That early summer afternoon
On vacation;
Still working you see
Yes;
Still time to make memories
I read so that I might write
Lucky a writer's policy of
Self delusion are limitless'
I write so that I might read
A writer let loose under the sheets
So to speak, no endgame in mind
Exclusive, intimate, brevity of joy
Sat together in the sauna
I was entirely naked
Your breasts
Your bare breasts
Enticing, alluring, joyful
Just then
I was living in the present
Thinking of words to remember
On that late afternoon in summer
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