she grabs me
and her body is still warm 
  from my body
and her arms go around my shoulders
as her lips find mine
and it's like 
  parking one's bicycle
  on a pair of pillows
like walking into a house where someone's cooking
like a cat gleefully jumping 
  inside a cardboard box
and she says
  in her late night plastic lisp

  "You taste metallic."

leaving me to wonder and sleep,
safe in the calm of
  a good night 

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