Soft Music In the Morning
SOFT MUSIC IN THE MORNING
They had made love
were wet and sticky like
rutting animals with a powerful odor
that filled up the room like pungent
plants in a tropical swamp, touched
every inch of fabric and skin, rode warm
evening breeze through the living
room window, across the small wrought-iron
balcony to the houses nearby
Early the next morning they did it again,
then deciding to shop but refusing to
shower, covered damp odor with cloth
and cologne and went to the market as
if carrying a secret in the pale, golden
light of an early sunrise
But everyone knew!
They were plump and too happy, their deep
satisfaction written on their faces like the
indelible masks of the neighborhood
raccoons
Soft music in the morning:
this middle-age couple, up and down
the aisles, gathering breakfast,
looking…. like they smelled
of love
Emanuel Carter
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