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Perfect

Once, it was exactly the way it should be:

I held her belt buckle in both hands, pulled her
denim butch pelvis to pelvis, the sway exact
and thoughtless, unconscious rhythm and eyes
locked all night; everything vanished
by the heat, the wet, the green of her gaze
darkening with desire, the way it did then,
in the beginning.

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