Shaking hands
wipe salt beads from his face.
Breathe, just be
The spice lingers,
smells of his father.
Hope she likes it.
Walking slowly,
heart in a ritual drum circle.
Eyes losing focus,
lovers knot in his throat.
Hi, hello.
Um I'm here to pick up your..
Good evening sir, I'm here to..
Please don't kill me.
Her father awaits him,
fingers drumming the coffee table,
knees that won't still.
Knock knock..
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