stripped down past the bark,
our parents trees said to one another:
"do you want to have children with me?"
or maybe now they just think they did.
because us saplings are more likely to
leak sap like asking: here? now? us?
fine sculpted little sex addicts.
our true colors as green as
our dreams: sex? in your condo? apartment.
lip gloss. winter's orgasm.
Ashley's expression at sundown.
Heather's whipple bod.
Everything (sometimes) turns
like the autumn
(us inside out).
It's all to obvious to be interesting.
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