So Full
I remember the summer you & I unclothed
sunning on the rock, the wind chilled creek-water
passing all around
your soft white mounds so full...
one time we drove into the waking mountains
found a meadow, the afternoon-sun warming all about
your young slim body inviting me, my mouth
sucking kissing filling
with your shooting stream
. . . easing your spring
Copyright 2005 njTare
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