Treading silently I wept
Water, leaving puddles where I crept
Awkwardly trying not to raise alarm
Tangled and still under her arm
With day dripping down the wall,
Orange obscuring all
Morals, made meet by quips
Always ripening between her lips
Needing permission to release,
Her body lined in white sheets,
Open window's fingers of light
Winding their way between tight
Legs.
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