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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.03.22.17.6454]] |
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swing me wide in my pale green dress catch my bottom in your hand momentarily rest then push the chains hot under my hands old tire seat blackstrap heat again again laughing you push me wide and high skirts fluttering petals falling my sandaled toes pointed tucked under then unfolded in that deep physical memory unfolding a smile like the giddy sun deep in the pit of my stomach sometimes you make me swing-dizzy like this wompaskiddy spun wide flung a feathered fine drift of white cloud swaying in that deep amethyst sky drifting apart till I come down as a summer rain cool soft or a morning mist to kiss your eyelashes closed against the fall of my droplets kissing your face wait don’t stop baby push me again push me harder swing me higher again fling me out farther into forgetting recalling I am not twelve again nor again am I innocent of all this pain |