After the rainstorm

the girl and boy ran barefoot

through the wet grass,

slipped in their rush not knowing

what it was they chased,

slid down a knoll of high grass

seasoned by summer,

seized, pressed into each other,

kissed to the teeth,

pulled at each other’s hair,

tore off tops and shorts

 

until they could touch

what they had chased,

and let their bodies lead them

where they were led to go

 

Released

they lay looking face to face

sleeping and waking,

watching the last clouds of the storm

move away from them,

lay the rest of the afternoon

drying in the sun

in realms of butterflies

 

 

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