the morning awoke without a sound
something like perfection
we passed a bottle of cheap daisy wine
and rolled in the cotton candy grass
somewhere in a forbidden grove
on an eastern european plain
while drowsy petals floated down
filling our hair with all kinds of colour
we tied all our limbs together
taking turns pouring into each others mouths
throwing lit matches into the communist sky
pointing to various body parts
reciting them in our native tongue
we agree to go by make believe names
for a friendly game of kiss & tell
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