After sex
Sky is, like most men, after sex
All worked up, pale, worn out.
“A beer to refresh? ” woman asks
She is Earth, washed with rain,
Appealing, is sexy, half-Dressed.
He is rock, dead asleep with snore
She begs for, repeating, job redone.
dusty is the sky, is faded with cirrus,
Swollen is its world, out of touch
Fever’s heat, from sun, and its warmth.
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