Stop, Collaborate, and Listen!
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

She was a polished trumpet (loud and brassy)
He was a bed with hospital corners (tight-lipped and controlled)

She moved like hot water straight from the tap
He sat like a chilled decanter

They saw their reflections in shoes
It worried them

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