{ remarkable vacation }

the day was bright and bleached and we
had traipsed across some parking lots:
a melon scent was in the air,
or maybe it was apricots —

a breeze blew off the edge of sun,
and made the swelter bearable,
and you were wearing white and gold:
some fabric barely wearable

back to the rented cottage there,
the door had hardly shut behind
when we were interlocked and laced
and free of care and guilt and mind

we moved the heat indoors to see
how long a recreation
could two whole people make of one

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