She flips her hair into a ponytail and then
out again. It’s habit. Two hours ago she mentioned
how she loves being naked and here she is and
This night could care less. A lot less. When the lonelies
come out you know you’re fucked. Pizza that feeds a dozen
isn’t enough for you two. A single bottle of vino won’t
do it either. Chard or whatever. The summer looms.
Spring time tips off with sex, frequently. Winter will
get burned away we wager. Wee. If this isn’t the sunshine
state then I don’t know what.