Swallowing the Sky Between Your Legs
He takes my hand and we take the
wet grass beneath our feet
beneath the sky tickled with stars.
Behind us yellow light slashes
the damp courtyard. Laughter
and a disco ball play with
popcorn and mini skirts.
My heart speaks loud enough
for the both of us. A stone wall
finds are bodies and my hands
find his
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