you wore a green dress
like all the emeralds
conspired to make you
shimmer for an evening
and when you doused it
with a robe it only made
you look more like a starlet
before her first curtain
and when we talked about
the knots in our brains
we were asking: "would this
be too much for you to stay?"
a man's voice groans
with sleep in the next room –
(who the hell could ever sleep
for knowing you?)
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