cloud-flecked and blue up thereabove green eyesand summer skinwe’re free herelike butterflies,hawks, foxes,deer, serpents,like undulant trout we’re arms and legs splayed wide at playunder radial boughsof wide-open elmswe’re wild pink young thistles,the naked flesh of day liliesand we are poundingeach otherinto the ground*Words by TFD

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