As they lay in this space of sun
its light on their skin knows 
if they will drop a deeper anchor. 
her running muscles rest across his 
thighs. the evening shadows a valley
between her abs and obliques. 
his finger tips are eyes reading 
soft syllables. She moves.
He goes blind. She asks 
him to describe her body 
in one word: He remembers 
the sound of a word not said. 
She leaves. He wants to tell her
he was wrong but he can’t 
describe the last sunset 
he might ever feel. 

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