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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.02.07.47.20335]] |
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swing me wide in my pale green dress catch my bottom in your hand momentarily and push again again laughing I swing wide and high skirts aflutter toes pointed and a smile in the pit of my stomach sometimes you make me dizzy like this spun wide and thready a feathered fine cloud drifting in that deep amethyst sky drifting till I come down summer rain soft or a morning mist and kiss your eyelashes closed against the fall droplets kissing your face push me harder, baby swing me higher until I am twelve again and innocent of pain |