from one block
and a half away,
as Friday ran.
and she ran,
ran into Saturday
who took her
by the hand,
hooked her
by a finger.
they will make love.
from one block away,
Friday smiled,
Saturday's nose
lightly in her hair.
Saturday's hands
under her shirt.
his lips...
they are making love.
from half a block away,
Friday was crying,
Saturday's eyes trailing
down her face,
into her mouth.
his voice flowing
out of her ears,
into her mouth.
his out of hers.
she: good night.
he: good morning.
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