Picnic In the Sun

The sideways glance, furtive and lithe

Pillowed blue rolling soft and continuous 

Her metronome breath billows warm 

Secretive whispers, lips brushing conspiratoriously 

We wear each other’s arms around each other’s necks 

Binding us to one, forging our course

Her toes on mine, as mine are on hers 

Hearts racing faster as we pull tighter

Together, I think we can 

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