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Bluest lake.
Blue is my smile, Over the bluest lake. One tree, On a summer day, Standing center, Overlooking how exceptional, You are to me. You, Behind me, Resting, Your arms, Wrapped tightly, Around the naked parts of me. Each of your legs, Pressed into each side of my thighs, Not setting free. Locking me to you, Your fingers, rough, around me. It is calm now. Not letting go. I feel my spine curling up into,
Blush forest.
Bracelet.
Brooklyn night.
Brown-eyed susan in sunlight.
Buttercups.
By you.
I rest here peacefully, Among trees and water, and, In love, shaded, From the world, and, By you. Romanced by the South.