poem: pastel lust

you walked by and i,

sitting in jeans and tee-shirt

was suddenly a virgin in a field,

my legs open over grass

my fruit open and falling

the daisy heads indented into my thighs,

small red faces,

matching mine;

can you hear the water

falling, the girl

becoming?

 

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