I love this moment,
sitting deeply obscure
while the obtuse populace
plan their fate.
I get to think of her.
Thinking about her toes,
hidden within those little socks.
Dreaming about a rendezvous
to someplace warm; stripping down to our
bare essentials.
Naked along the trinity, pure forms
pressed against each other; feeling
the skin of consciousness shedding
to reveal our smiles.
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