some problem of math
questioning the Sun's angle
as it moves up his legs
warming more of his lazy skin
slowly, by the fraction of the inch
helping him to remember the sensation
after what felt like his life's longest winter
but he's no sadist
so instead he stares down
at the face rising and falling
framed by naked thighs
eyes closed, lips welded
recognizing this as a symptom
not a cause.
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