the exact position of every paper ..........By 7 AM, Marlin had left for his studio.
a flowered dress..............While he drank instant coffee alone, with his work,
the holes that the woodpeckers made......................I removed my nightgown beside the pool.
the sound of water.........Lying naked in the early morning sun, I could feel his fingers
warm stones by the river.............exploring the undersides of my freckled breasts,
bourgainvilla......................his hands expertly opening my legs.
I lingered while he collected........ a video camera hidden in its recesses...... on whom his gaze lingered......... white bandages.................... brown grass on the hills............. the red mountains............................... low flying planes............. the smell of green grass.... his studio................ under the eves of the porch........................ a beehive fireplace............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... the colors of the pillows....................... making love...................... a cutting board.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. our marguaritas..............................

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