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stranger    
there was an odor  
of apples    
when you passed    
me so    
I followed    
you into the park    
in the wet wet    
wet wet    
wet wet dark    
I felt your mouth    
inside my mind    
in places    
deep inside of me    
our sight obscured      
the trees between    
the night was sure    
we didn’t    
speak    
we kept a distance    
safely there    
where you were    
twenty steps ahead    
I spun around    
walked to my flat    
now you were twenty steps    
in back    
the door ajar    
I lie down    
bare    
for twenty steps    
with satin sash    
you slipped in    
quiet as a fish    
we spoke in tongues    
of cinnamon