Exposed.

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A cheap one star hotel
Stained curtains
Fall apart
A glue holds them
Together.
Together, walking into this room
With a window view
Opening up to a nowhere field
With an unknown name
Holding his hand
Searching for your heat.
He lies on the his side
Of the bed we shared
While I’m on the floor
Rolled up
In your clothes
Tracing a map
Dipping fingers
Into the wine, that flowed.
Time travelled through me
Of last nights and more
Only with you replacing him.
Your face
As your fingers sieve
Through my hair
Embracing my arms
And we smile
Me into you, you into me.

A cheap hotel room
Blood stained curtains
There was nothing to hold us
Like them
From falling apart.

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