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After Eliot


by Roberto C. Garcia


Her breasts rocked like a lullaby

Her breath was on me

Her teeth tongue and mouth were

A symphony and I captive

In her audience

Our server hastily offered up the terrace

 

“It's warm and sunny on the terrace, quite warm and sunny.”

 

If I could break the trance and pull myself together

 

Perhaps we could make a day of it

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