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The Grass is

By Jen Zeni

The grass is

Thick soft beneath

His body warm

Mine wet

The sun hot

On my back

My face

The smell of

Redwoods in

A ring of his

Arms holding me

Down

To him

So I can't get

Up I don't want

To get away

I want his breath

His mouth

On my eyes

My ears

My tongue

I want flowers white

Small feather he picks

From the ground floating

Away like a wish

On a butterfly that lands

In my hair which his fingers

Undo the clasp of my

Earring he kisses my hands

The grass in my hair

The grass is

Wishes floating like

Feathers on the wings

Of a butterfly

Flying to his lips

Holding me warm

Whispering in my ear

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