We lie together in a borrowed bed
knowing the alarm is soon to sound,
your thighs a seat I settle on,
mine folded tight around your hand.
We burrow in the minutes that remain
before the clock declares the time
to peel apart,
to leave our given place,
its warm embrace.
I must get up
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