Lights are dimmed
And the pants are around ankles
Computer screen like a movie beam
Shoots out sound and noise and feeling
Feeling each other and himself
“Whatcha doin’ there girls?”
“Nothin’.”
“You girls like to party?”
“Umm..yeah.”
Nodded heads along with them pictures on the mantelpieces
Sleeping snores come from the bedroom door
The lights are dimmed, dimmed like always
Like automatic friction means more than
Eggshell stained pants and sheets
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