the colors fade
from the fabric over time.
the angle of the sun
coming through
the windows.
the carpet too,
the reds and blues,
losing their vibrant hues.
the sun does
many things you wish
it wouldn't do.
take a look at us,
on this beach,
basking in the yellow
blaze
of summer, aging us
before we're due.
here, take this oil
and rub some more on me,
then i'll do you.
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