Morning Light

I lie in bed looking at your white butt

as you brush your hair at my mirror

wondering whether you know that I know

that we agree you're overweight.

Was our passion last night your plan,

my lust, or coincidence?

Were we in each others arms

or imagining other lovers together?

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 Altadena Library- 11-22-13

 11-29-14 Submitted to:SGVPQ 64  Fall 2014 Issue