Stains

images  We lazed among crumpled sheets

Yellowed with fervor – love’s remains,

though perhaps it was the champagne,

slipping,

as it had, her grasp

in a more ticklish vein

when she had loaned me her hand

For just the right finish.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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