It was the first time
she spent the night
with me
at my house,
in my bed.

The feel of her skin
was like the warm steam
of a Roman bath,
a dandelion’s brain.

To the music of
Cae­tano Veloso
we made love,
than fell asleep.

But in the dead of night
she sud­den­ly pulled
the quilt,
leav­ing me
com­plete­ly naked.

For an entire minute
I was like a pile
of stones,
far away
in the Andes.
 

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