You walk to the mailbox
in the dim morning light
through slight drizzle,
autumn sighing in the trees,
and come back
carrying letters
in trembling hands
suddenly feeling very hot,
blood swishing
in your ears,
your heat beating
a hard drum solo.
your mind
all anticipation,
your flesh
in hard attention.
20.09.2025
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