glance not confused,

I saw my hand on his spine
in looking down it resembled
a dog in the ditch off my viewing it from above
on a bridge ramp and I liked a dip
with mine not being a hard dive either
there there I lapped a song
as my trot was the same but faster
cooling off on cool skin
in my yard alongside dirt coming up under pushed palms
on this place not just flaked off
through travel of love
while me fingers became tresses blowing
but not blinding no never needing a comb
in a minute but wrapped
in energy of having gone to darkened coconut holes like an aerola
which didn't drip except if sipped Tweet