you can really get your hands
up a summer dress.
maybe in a meadow laughing at tiny flowers
in a North London alley
up-and-coming piss on our trainers.
loose innocence
pretty as a picture (porn)
and slutty - slutty too.
beautiful succubus loves to dress up.
today; a summer dress.
floral
has access and cover
and
all sudden surprises like thistles
rendered soft
or
glimpsed mice/urban crickets singing dawn techno
when
your
hand is
right up a summer dress.
summer dress
worn with almost unbearable self-consciousness
or
with terrifying open freedom.
its from a department store.
your hair is down.
you cry stories down my fingers.
18/07/07
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