Warm night

It was a warm night like this.
And you looked at me with your dark eyes.
Your hands rough and strong took me.
You asked me for my name.
I couldn’t speak.
And even if I could, I won’t for the fear of those eyes that search me.
You laid me by the banks I could touch the water with my fingers.
Cool, relieved from the heat.
I yearned for it,
So I transformed and slipped in,
Right before you took a sip.

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