she was bent over
leaning into a car window
that was lower than her hips
she was wearing
small black skin tight
shorts
the lower half of her cheeks
were hanging out of the material
she had 2 perfect bruises
one on the bottom of each cheek
bruises like that
come from getting slammed
by a boney skinny dude
I assume
the same dude she was fighting with
in the little car
I sat there in wonder
making eye contact
with 2 perfect bruises
it was beautiful
I wanted to take a picture
knowing I was staring too long
I was frozen
entranced by the blueish
purple
of the bruised eyes
we made love then
my eyes
and the bruised eyes
it was beautiful
I don’t think of myself as
a lucky guy
but I did today.
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