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| by Pauline Adair |
Lay With Me
If we could just lay
we would lay for days and days
inside and outside of wood floors and laundry.
We would lay on the beach
hot sun multiplied by our own blood heat
tangled our tan lines show
un-budgable touch.
We would lay in the rain
cooling pat pat trickles on leaves
and falls to our smiling faces
eyes shut.
We would lay on the ice
warm while it melts to a bath
we are floating in rippling
liquid love.
We would lay underground
where mice use our bodies as blankets they snuggle
in the small crevices not pressed so strong
against each other.
We would lay under the redwood city
where I told you I loved you.
Where the linear growth is a conveyor belt
straight to standing.
