Bugs Dance

By Author Unknown

we come together on the bathroom floor.
it doesn't matter if the lights are on or off.
we come together on the bathroom floor.
your scent rings in my ears.
your tiny voice smells like sweetness.
we come together on the bathroom floor.
around and around, in squares on the tiles
until your feelers touch mine and i am yours.
brushed aside by opening gusts, we are separated.
but always
we come together on the bathroom floor.

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