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By Joseph Monninger Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2001 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.02.04.42.14814]] |
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'Naked, with the water whipping you once every twenty or thirty seconds, you screw like mad, like wild things, grunt, shove, dig into the dirt, grass, sky, the sprinkler, her shove shove, and kisses, kisses like maniacs kiss, like dying people kiss, you love her, love everything, love that she likes the sky above you and the sprinkler, and you keep going.' 'At night, after we had turned to spoons, I put my nose against her hair. The crickets rubbed from the desk, Summer, Winter, Spring and cedar baked into the air at every breath.' 'Her nipples, though, felt like buttons to some place I wanted to go.' 'You think of her, remembering her pulling you closer, using gravity to draw you to the center, and you fall asleep like that, one white sheet over you, your left leg out to get the last of the air on a summer night.' |