Perhaps it is that bigger hotels make you feel lonely because

large walls

doors that seal

and air conditioning to temperate


From a midnight bath with hotel room Pringles

The decadence is lost.

For I know no greater indulgence than baring all to a forest lake

…skin prickling upwards

hairs standing on end as upper thigh enters.

I know no other gargantuan like my moon

(she’s bigger than you)

And though the heat of my day may be untempered by the evening air

Burnt lips to the winking stars I croon

‘Again. Again’.






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