The jury got up and walked
to morning things and specialties
Happy they with what they'd seen
Aware of each's own history.
"Welcome," said they, "to the world ours."
... Moments were passing as hours.
Then their kisses hit my face like meteors,
Still, I dress in closets with glass doors.
Patrick Darnell
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