Wednesday, December 25, 2024

our heads in the clouds

i remember
kissing
some girls until my face hurt.
their cheeks
would be flush
with the brush
of my new whiskers.
our teeth
would clanging
against each other,
a our tongues
grew sore.
they were only first base
sessions,
usually in the woods,
or in a parent's 
basement, but innocent,
and leaving us
in the clouds
and wanting more.


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