Zywa
We're on the bed
The night-light is still on
we're on the bed, we look
at each other and we look away
Our words are unsure
so nude
that they can't lie
but speaking the truth
is too difficult, oh
we've each other
discovered already, up
to the limit of our shame
not for the ordinariness
of our bodies
impatience, disinterest
and lazy ignorance
but for denying
that we do not meet
our ideals
How can I more closely
make you feel in the dark
that it's good with us anyway?
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