Tuesday, April 26, 2022

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leaping

Off the edge 

And leaving 

The hot air balloon 

empty


we feel wind 

Under our 

crotches


Streaming up our 

bodies 


It’s a short thrill

Before

We have to pull


And let 

The bags ablaze 


Then we’re 

pulled back

And flailing goes

Our legs


We are

falling like dandelion seeds


Landing 

on bales 

of hay 

That we had covered 


in plush blankets


And it’s 

just us so

We can stay naked


Enjoying 


the picnic

We also set up


I feed you

a vegan

Hot dog


And you give me

vegan roast beef


Salty

before sweet


desert is 

Whip

cream and 

Strawberries


that 

drip

down our

Chins 


the flavor

Again 

enters your mouth 

with 

my tongue 


and the real

feast has 

just begun


as we 

dig in 

to 

the evening 

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