as bubbles in the boil, but love
flows down through the folds and
the ribbons of your skin,
tie a bow on the moment,
a present to unwrap and
cling sunshine to your hair
sprouting out. I tug it.
tug with my teeth,
fields of wheat.
patriotic, take a knee,
before my lady liberty.
I want to.
explore the caverns of you,
cave of wandering delight,
follow home the bright light of your eyes, and
laugh and giggle as only girls might.
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