John D Robinson


Shapes blended,
bodies wrapped
and tangled like
time had
stopped in the
sparse cheap
rented room,
the invisible
calendar shredded
and strewn
across the floor
like the
abandoned clothes
of lovers:
evening would
envelope them
and morning
would release
them into a
world unaware
and uncaring
of their fading

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