The angry bicker of strangers,
bores into the walls of a
cheap motel,
seeping under
the locked door
and through shuttered windows.
In the sweltering heat,
she holds an ice cube in her fingers,
and traces the melting cold
on her lover's chest,
its melt mixing with his sweat.
She puts the ice in her mouth,
her lips cooling,
she glides her kiss lower.
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