Mar 3, 2013
fevered spring sprung
let his torso be slight his shoulders strapping tendons clapping slow and loud as hands applauding for attention perfect the spot light off my eyes reflects sparkling cold water running down stream naked back against a gruff couch arching as my less than tender fingers grip over a shoulder not expecting fluidity to bend a crook in his ability to sit still and breathe unless it is me  -- in
let his deliberation between be rapt in blatancy plus a weird uninhibited self-consciousness to match the awkwardness that tips receivings boat over only to build a shelter musky and damp praising our slight forms together fidgeting huddle sprawled begging for more rain
