wood dark and crackling with sun, moving against my palms, heat-swollen, humming ecstatic. my feet curled into the space beneath knees, ankles awkward against plank and searching for grace in the tucking of my dress .. tingling into forgetfulness after too long and making their blind way into sandals rough with unfamiliarity.
pins, needles
12 Tuesday Jul 2011
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