Two counts strong and strung out

Among the rushes below the mulberry bridge

Where they exchange whispers and hot

Tufts of air between parted lips.

She tugs at his hair,

Spouts of follicles spill through fists

As hers cascade over him

Like vines in the willow tree.

Our limbs intertwined, we continue

To tango.

Her blue dress billowing over my waist

As her back arcs with juvenile glee.

I mimic her motions.

He rakes my legs like the brambles

We tussled through on our descent

Into the blankets

Of grass

We lay down.

He lulls on her chest as she mouths

Remember, we’re only friends

And he mimics her motions

You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.

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