Melting

 
 
The angry bicker of strangers,  
bores into the walls of a  
cheap motel,  
seeps under
the locked door  
and through shuttered windows.  
In the sweltering heat,  
she holds an ice cube in her fingers,  
and traces the melting cold  
on her lover's chest,  
its melt mixing with his sweat.  
She puts the ice in her mouth,  
her lipscooling  
as she glides her kiss lower.
 
 
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