earlier, this afternoon,
but didn't know how, quite,
and there wasn't time
at the time ...
So, I'll tell you now
what I thought then:
That's a beautiful blouse
you have on, pink as the pink
on the inside of your lips,
and never more beautiful than now:
You pulling it over your head
with all four of our hands,
letting it fall to the floor
in the hall.
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