something urgent in the way
the wind pulls on my skirt,
less like a child and more
like a lover, hungry, saying,
now, right now, it doesn’t
matter who’s looking,
we could do it
right here
something urgent in the way
the wind pulls on my skirt,
less like a child and more
like a lover, hungry, saying,
now, right now, it doesn’t
matter who’s looking,
we could do it
right here