the sun chases the car,
ominous,
lurking,
spreading warmth,
across fingertips,
through bones and blood,
through soft, pulsing tissue.
the flat shakes,
with the life teeming outside,
it vibrates, buzzes,
humanity, exterior,
separate from these four walls.
the wine brings a colour to their cheeks.
framing the cluster of freckles,
and the apples of their cheeks.
the sun creeps up.
the flat vibrates with life.
and they drink their wine.
and sit.
and pause, breathing it all in.
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