Our first conversation went like this:
*Let’s have a picnic, I bring the food and you bring
your body. You will take me from behind
while your tresses caress my face
and your skirt mingles with the hair on my crotch
brunette fields on light pink gingham –
our skin embarrassingly red against a jade prairie.
I will be like a teenager again, make you into
an adult. You will teach me how to tie
your cherry into a knot with the tip of my tongue –
if anyone sees, I can tell them you are my girl
& starting today you never have to be lonely again.