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Sudden Summer Storm

   
 

He whips her breasts (Jealously does)

   
 

Until strawberries burst into tears

   
 
 

all over the hills

   
   
   
   
 

Against curls of the wild sting

   
 

Inflicted by a green plastic ruler from the Zoo Shop

   
 
 

the animals poise

   
   
   
   
 

Expectantly like a washed-out excuse

   
 

From a pale past that mistakes getting

   
 
 

burned for warmth

   
   
   
   
 

Imagine how we treasure our pain

   
 

When cool pearls of the moment

   
 
 

hide in teardrops

   
   
   
   
 

Remember the near walk up Eagle Hill where

   
 

We touched as friends (holding back fear)

   
 
 

in tender reserve

   
   
   
   
 

And burned off our clothes of jealous fire

   
 

Letting each moment kiss and touch like ants

   
 
 

on a hot path