the toothpicks are all wearing party hats
your cheeks are pink with drunkenness
the dim light suits you, when you smile
against the music in my direction
hair in your eyes and sand in your shoes
separating into the carpet fibers
from that kiss on the dune
with that other girl--blond, tall and beautiful--
that i watched from someone else's car
his hand on my the jeans hugging my thighs
summer is almost here for exchange
of goods and our partners' tent beds
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