friday night
the spiny day turns squishy
home early to prepare dinner
to wash away the greasy matte finish
everything is ready
then you
immersed in a bubble bath
i attentively watching
tomorrow is the weekend
you do not have to get up early
no excuses
relaxation is the moment
i trust you trust me
but i don't know why
i twist to do
spun in sequences of want and expectation
to no avail
the results are as always as expected
down with a sigh
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