By Kiwi
Date: 16 August 2000
red toenails and lemonade
I kick back,
and relax, lemonade in hand
watching the minutes
slowly dripping from the clock
like sweat from suntanned skin
misquitoes and fireflies
are dancing in the hot night air
restless, lonely
I stretch to touch the summer sky
arching my back, feeling the heat all the way to my red toenails
tilting my face to your memory
when the phone rings
i stand like a statue on the porch,
praying to a god that may or may not hear me...
it's you!
i cradle the phone between my shoulder and face like a treasure
we talk about nothing and everything all at once
this is the best part of the day
your voice drives me crazy with desire
until there is only "one minute remaining"
and we say our respective 'I love you's'
i return to my silent night
hot lemonade
sticky skin and bugbites
lonely as can be
with naughty thoughts
streaking through my mind
i slip between the sheets
and wrap my naked frame
in a dream of you
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