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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