Morning Chat (Carolyn's Poem)
We flirt
until we are ready.
We have our little
sex game. We cum.
We rest, talking about politics
our words travelling from wherever to wherever.
We raise our hackles with
smoking economics and
the economics of white flour.
We lay in lastitude.
We part. Say
"sex and outrage,
what a session!
Two forms of the same thing."
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