532-B

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I remember those hotel stairs
where the cat died of pleasure
and your legs failed next to the wall
three times

I remember that electric light
the tub, your lips
the bed and the sheets
three times

I remember your skin
and the Dali's painting
in that 532-B of a village Hotel
where passion was written
three times

And don't tell me art is dead
Because your hair still enchants me
In the Summer nights.