We got off a west-bound bus

Phoenix AZ

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scores of days ago. we decided my place, in last winter having nowhere for us to otherwise be. Warm and slightly aged pop rock played and we laid as if always, head to foot. Talking low of unremembered pasts. You rubbed my shoulders of the hard day you didn't know I had. I stroked your cleansed hair and held you in my contented arm. The night was lazy with play and soon sleep. *** In the early dark morning we rushed and kissed goodbye as if to say hello soon. The two of us like us, never do. For T