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People are driving long distances to have sex with each other

In the valleys

Hills burping their purple nipples

Always the birds

People are dangling in aestival light

Emerging, kissing

We’re sitting in the road

Our fears fountaining

Pompadours of mud

There’s the backseat where we held each other

Unexpected, love

People are stopping at train tracks with their hands on the wheel

Our tiny childhoods

Kissing harder

Mucus and dirt

Mirrors of mud melting

We slip

We are closer to the mountain than we thought
Posted 04/27/11
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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