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It is the urgency I adore
The impatience; the carelessness

You and I blinded by need
Oblivious to decorum
We embarrass patrons of hotel elevators

Your hands/my hands
Our parched lips
Seeking an oasis

Your sweaters and jeans
Strewn across the floor
Turned Inside out

Days later the whirlwind comes back to me
Vivid flashbacks
Turning me
inside out