a smooth palm tree chest
&leaf green eyes
always synonymous with summer
&driving slowly to nowhere
legs speckled with sunbleached hair
&muscles lazily flexing
while letting off the brakes
i couldn't touch you if i tried
a memory
hidden beneath an aging shell
&you bought me packs of marlboros
when i was too young
drinking wine in a playhouse
where i learned that sometimes
eagerness is
[not]
a crime
not when the warm night
hugs the trees
under which
he held together
tracing
each other's jawlines with drunk fingertips
&making promises we were both too naive
to know would never keep
i was too young.
you, too gone.
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