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The rain was grace. Demure breezes carried the laughter into the trees   rustling what's green there and   absorbing heavily through the grass In step with water in my shoes and shuffling gravel under yours slopes turned steep to steps and mud and sand filling thick minutes drops gentle from shoulder and knees we sat closer we sat closer And when the river warmly invited our fresh legs we swam from stone to stone and danced on water.

Stretching open I feel exactly how I want to. The fear makes me tremble but want feverishly. This moon is not full. I am not wild now. I wake and I roll into memories that daze me. I feel my mouth still full    of kisses and sweet fruit. The loneliness is both cruel and dear. Can I be your earth for a while? Can I feel shared instead of taken? Please There could be merriment and fire as deep as bone.

You flicker warming me only in your generous and jealous moments. Your begging is scalding sweetness quickly dissolving any and all        of my bravery. You move dizzying my body and senses effortlessly. I am heavy with thought and old habits. I am strong and conscious and yet my lungs are not lungs when you speak but small fires      hot, wild and gasping for air.      

The daisies look curled underneath summer, like the rest of us. Petals wilting to surround the face and then dying; a dandelion's halo.