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Dead Grass Romp

the brown grass
crunched like
dry bones – with as
much healing power
as Ezekiel’s –
beneath our romp
as we rolled
to and fro
mouths and fingers
locked in a kiss
as clear as
this blue
November
sky.

his prickly fingers
tangled themselves
in your auburn
hair and brushed
lightly across
my back,
urging me
deeper.

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5 thoughts on “Dead Grass Romp

  1. thanks for the comments guys….well gals…and guy. i do appreciate them. just trying to get back into the swing of things and kick start a little inspiration. i havent written in days. eeek!

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