Very Merry

Bearded and unshaven,
he stumbled upon my door.
Neither right nor wrong,
it was just.

In the ravageness of the moment,
he fumbled into my lips.
Neither good nor bad,
it simply was.

On two shattered coffee cups,
he finds my flesh.
Neither hot nor cold,
it ended in five.

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