Her profile asks a Spanish question.

Stubble serrates a chin.

His climbs her mouth.

The lunette of a breast.

Eyes fall like blades.

Someone swallows a breath.

A palm erupts into his face.

A floor of squares.

A droplet of dark, a droplet.

Then, the charity of her fingers,

wrapped like a nun in tissue.

A tongue combs teeth.

A cigarette closes each mouth.

Smoke feathers cheeks.

His eyes, a double fermata,

offer no reply.

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