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rafael de almeida
vapor rose from coffee mugs,
warming numb hands and cold bodies.
shower drains gathered melanin,
and bathrooms, steam.
pillows caught hope
and wind fished words.
trees whispered and leaves listened closely.
clouds simply watched, awaiting the sick sun.
against all odds, a door opened
and revealed a body.
the wind whispered to the body
and goosebumps answered on the neck--
the cold was warm.
the body looked at the trees and the leaves
and the clouds and the sky and the coming sun
and with closed eyes, the body whispered,
‘consume me.’