i want to figure
out why on that Sunday
unusual as it was
you jump to the
water with
all your clothes
on
as though
you feel the shame of
your naked
body
as though you find
disgust
in my own nudity
as though
love has unfoldend
from its bud
to the fullness
of a love gone
and the
coming of this
rain of
coldness and
indifference.
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