it's too
hot to think.
to argue,
to eat or
even cook
a hot meal.
let's lie
in bed,
with the fan
overhead
and make slow
soft love
in the watery
shadows
of late
afternoon.
pull back
the cool sheets
and let's
swim for
awhile, and
then fall
asleep in each
other's arms,
there's no
need to go out.
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