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After Words

After the passion, the nocturnal diving of sea-creatures leaves echoes and splashes. I go into the kitchen; it is somewhere in the night. in a dim pool of light. After sex, the air-conditioner hums louder, or is it the fridge de-frosting, or is it the song of a man in love with the wordless? Later, side by side, fingers lay down to listen to hands.

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