NUDE INTERKNITTING

Typing nakedly
together in thunderstorm
rattling window pane

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Typing together in bed in the nude with nothing but our lap tops covering our rude bits....our laughter dropping a stitch there then slipping the slip stitch over before purling us and creasing us up in yet more laughter. The storm outside unable to understand how love can transform two humans. In his mind this haiku forms as he kisses her.

Dónall Dempsey

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