picture me of dirt and
    relieve yourself and watch it and be pleased
    and return to the trampoline

I'm said it before,
written it before,
                                we have an easy love.
The kind you just
            fall
back in to,
like children tumbling
backward onto a trampoline,
lungs bursting with laughter.
And they never fear the fall
because they know
they'll be caught and
bounced right back up.
And let's be honest,
the exhilaration of the fall
is half the fun.