home Messing
disordered bed
entangled in the sheets we
and we cover after uncovering
slept in my place and I rest in your own smoked
my hand and then share smoke
the joint was squeezed at the same
music, picture, rain and silence
played a banda sound
hours Disordered
day and night
disordered times times and roles
forgot the outside
continued deep into our aroma
mixed glasses, shoes and socks also
to exchange bonoboms
asleep and woke up more than once
without ever dawn
no greater symbol of intimacy and synchronicity that the mess lived
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