took me on the grass
coaxing me with fireflies,
big sky you would show me.
  I licked your earlobes,
wafting. felt secure
denying you.

your chest pressed
hard against mine,
there’s this place I am
trying to get to.
but i don’t say it.
just let the weight settle.
let the rush take form.


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