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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

it'll be five minutes


she sits
on the window sill
in the chipshop

he stands between her knees
she pulls him to face her
fingers in his belt loops

rests her flushed right cheek
against the button of his jeans
her breasts brushing his thighs

moistens her lips in anticipation
of a fine piece of cod
tangy with vinegar