The clothing comes off
bodies thrash between the sheets
tetris positioning
for maximum sensation
It’s over
dressing
parting
emptiness
So empty
a yawing abyss of loneliness
In those long-ago flurries of
horizontal aerobics
Meaningless moments
of friction
(Today's NaPo prompt: write a poem in five minutes about 'something fast'.)
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