Gift shops and pine forests

Do you remember
when we walked to the woods,
your long skirt leaving everything
to the imagination,
my movements stilted
and my speech soft?

You posed no questions
with weary eyes
and crossed arms
but let loose freeing laughter
and immeasurable sin.
I jumped
in and out
trying to persuade you
no one else had ever existed
and wasn’t that nice?

Half the footfalls to get there
disappeared on the way back
and we parted
without touching,
ready to forget we ever existed.

– 5/20/2015

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