Skin smels like
Rain and summer
Like those private
Walks I took alone
With God in the field
Like afternoon sheets
In the ariconditioning
Wen its hot outside.
Like clovers in the evening
Under chilly stars
Wen all the world is
Warm around me
The best pieces of summer
I hide away while the
Leaves surrender their false pretenses
And it seeps out of my skin
Sitting warm and lazy
After a midwinter shower.
12-11-03
underneath now
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