never have i been so hot, never have i been so bored
so i felt like a saint when i fell from your roof tops,
i felt free from all the clothing i was wearing,
free from all the the feelings that kept me tethered to the ground
i died that day,
inside of your head, i escaped to sunset drives and marshy places
deer paths and icy trees.
because its what we both wanted,
the scent of sand in our hair.
the challenge of a dare.
i will never forget you or your release, your religious devotion
to the open seas.














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