Brick Through The Mirror
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
5-7 Blue Room
Hot.
In the shade of my blue room.
Staring at the ceiling.
Eyes closed.
Time passes.
My feet bottoms stay hot,
On her belly.
Eyes closed.
Legs kick.
Ears soft, down.
No fan.
Meditating.
Companion.
"hrmph," she says.
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