small fan blowing incense in
from a dead-quiet street
sweet grime thai night
paints a hot mist
our naked breasts
rich brown by birth
red brown by sun
a yellow moonlight breaks the shutters
golden quivering thighs
jeweled black hair loose & scattered
in the cream of white sheets and silence
weeping
with the mermaid at songkhla
black coral of lamai
green hills of khao sok
each lip touching
empty tomorrows
you ask me when i'll return and i answer
silence
each heartbeat between us
asks again
what no words can say
we are a soul
ripped in two
soaked
in curry and ginger
sweat and frankincense
a tear rolls
between cheekbones
living our moment before dying
--- e b bortz
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