a see-saw. a slide. a kiss.

the breeze coasting over

my exposed hips.

his hands cupping the flame.

you're getting sand on

your little toes.

make shift fire truck,

with me sprawled out all over it.

you're so beautiful.

tunnels with "joker" written on them.

swinging in sync.

the undeniable necessity

to touch the shoulders of.

i couldn't stop thinking about you

all day.

hands about the skin,

grass between the toes.

you smoke too much,

lighting up another,

holding it between my teeth.

i spin.

come here, let me kiss you.

hands about the neck,

tongue between my lips.

i can't

stop

touching you.

2003-06-06, 9:13 a.m.
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