HE
is still excited by the scent
of an orange peel
diffusing inside a candle-lit
room
SHE
has unbuttoned her
blouse
unzipped her shorts
and sets aside the orange
rolling on the
floor
They
like it here
all alone in their secret
whispers
a tryst of youth and
escapism
The
moon is the uninvited peeping
tom by that window which is half
open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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