and her chocolate milk,
you hug with your hands
the iced glass of sweet,
heavily sweating to
the rising
temperature of noon
the sun stretched
and shot its last arrows
through her hair
and sewed the shadow
of her head
through your black tee
to that softened chest
when the wind blew her hair
across your shoulders,
you inhaled the scent of
shampoo she used
the night before,
rainwater and pine
and pebbles with you
you love
the sun glaring across
her
the wind kissing
her
the dust touching
her
and her chocolate milk.
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