Every day she undresses
with the curtains open.
Her window is a watchful eye
looking outside.
Sunset spreads like a blush
along the horizon, slipping
into creases of time
and skin.
He watches from a room
in a house across the street.
His window is a dark eye,
impenetrably deep.
Light forms a pool
between their two rooms.
When she dives it will be summer
remembered from her youth.
She swims
across the street,
spilling over.
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