dirty feet, white sheets,
like when we’d leap off swings,
air-stung, breathless.
like cats, landing's no problem.
rose petals stuck to cheeks—
(the derrière kind), peel ’em off.
then peel blond bangs
sweaty from a brow, beat.
rings taken off. socks still on.
shiverin' without a chill in the air.
hold up. sip that water.
trust her.
you’re already mid-air.
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