so here we are now, clandestinely
don't tell a soul.
he won't know.
she won't find out.
forget about the smell
your skin creates when
it lies tangent to mine,
bodies like vines climbing on the latices
scaling the front of your house.
i'll wash it all off before i leave
so she won't have to wake up
to the smell of regret
tasting so sweet
on every word i speak
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