By deevaa
Date: 11 March 2000
11.38am
Its Sunday morning,
11.38am to be precise.
I'm dressed, and I've eaten a good
healthy breakfast.
Same time.
Two weeks later
in the shadows of our motel,
my hair
tangled with yours.
The sweet smell of 'us'
clinging
skin
to
skin.
Naked and hungry,
who'll care about the time?
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