Sandals landing on wooden
steps like flat palms
on drums she runs up three
flights and knocks back
humid air thick
with the scent
of undergrowth sweet
and dark as late-summer
midnight sweat on clean
sheets thinly sliced
coral from a corner streetlight
falling through bamboo shades
across the bed and his head
less peaceful less quiet
than she knew on the pillow
for now anyway a place to rest
her mind when the present
feels too sharp because
understanding is worth
the effort but you don’t always
have to do it in the dark
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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