Details. Some noted: some not
She closed the curtains then shrugged
tacked to the side of the bed and rolled in
ignored an inquiring finger absently circling her right nipple
murmured from her spot on my right chest
“take your soul for a walk” and
crashed into sleep left
me staring at the ceiling
Its stuccoed peaks connected after awhile like a Rorschach slide show;
a flash of lightening and a passing midnight ambulance’s strobe
obliterated the trail left by her unfettered spirit
escaped like Tinker Bell through the open window bound for Neverland
Redirected, I tossed,
turned then finally pondered time itself
cursed 3 AM trash collections and bar closers on the street below and
wondered whether one can wander non-aimlessly yet without destination,
our accustomed link flummoxed by these unrelenting profane coordinates all
duly noted by the night shift green-eyed monster who’s perched in the corner,
who stares and won’t let me ignore the details that stalk me.
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