We were laying on sheets red like the rising sun
burning up like it too
in each other's arms spread like the sky.
you held me close and said
i don't let people in i'm afraid
i guess
of getting hurt.
we talked about music
the floyd and the peppers but just briefly
heads full not of ideas but
nothing
mouths full not of words but
each other.
i left you that morning at six
awkward and with an audience
parting words and lips
for a kiss quick
on the mouth.
does anyone ever really know
anyone
i asked
without knowing
the answer
to even that
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