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T h i s   i s   n o t . . .

This is not that kind of hotel.
I am not that kind of girl.
You are not what you make yourself
Out to be.
We know each other
Recognize the self.
Reveal nothing.

Our needs shimmer
Underneath the pores
That sweat
In the night cold.

“You have a light?”
I ask
To break the ice.
I hear it tinkle around me
As you strike a match.
I bend forward to suck
In the fire
Igniting your eyes.

I am not that kind of girl.
This is not that kind of hotel.

I’ll be with you
Just for tonight.
“Thank you for the light”
I say.
You throw the match away
And crush it under your heel.


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