The initial intimacy:
Waking to parallelograms
of light
…
Teenage intimacy:
Sharing half the bottle
then half the gum
after vomiting
…
Bunk bed intimacy:
The moon wrapping us
in white blankets
…
Ultimate intimacy:
Moments wholly
to ourselves
Catching sight of my face
alone in the rearview mirror
Feeling for ripeness
of plums
…
from Latitude by Natasha Rao
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