Formlessly Collapsing

Socks up on the headrest,
Bare chests
Shining the moonlight;
Breathless.

Windows fogged, Winter’s clogs
Tapping.
An enging in the distance
Forcing a hasty
Rewrapping.

I wore your pants
Backwards, my shirt formlessly
Collapsing
Over your small breasts.

Your eyes gently batting at this
New wakefulness,
This wilful entanglement.
Realising, you offered to take it off.
I told you to keep it.

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