dandelions
sucking down the violent rain while locked in a
kiss
the grass tickling your back and
dandelions
snagged in your hair
like a crown
my knees in the mud and
I have you yes I have you
the
shock of the fire passes between us
your body rattles and
your paused lips
shudder against my chest
and we are oh
so cold again
and the fright lingers
on both our faces
I'm sorry
beautiful
I'm tired and
I'll bury you
tomorrow
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