A Moment
Laying with the spiders
Their webs in the sticks at our elbows
Leaning back
In the sky
We see
The mangled branches so distorted
The stained glass window leaves
Blue smoke from our open lips
Into the expanse above
6 Hours
Our feet,
In the softness of
The leopard blanket
Sewed by my mother
Paint covers our arms and legs
Sipping slowly
Pee in the bushes
Dressed in dresses
To be naked.
Conversation #2
Saying all the things
That needed to be said.
Conversation #2
Continuation
As though the first had never ended.
And that is why, my friend.
That is why, you are my dearest friend.
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