Hotel #7
Are you high? you whispered. The pillows hummed
like sweet pools of lit amethysts, the sheets as smooth
as a girl's long, long back. You worried about cameras
hidden in the walls. I worried that our neighbors' mumbling
had a pulse, a morse-like code. Vending machines rang
robotically, unsteadily, downstairs. Do you want me to be?
Your face edged by the deep blue glow of the pool at night,
how my feet moved so slowly through it, swish, swish.
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