Know Me

I remember a time
when cicadas clicked in the twilight
as we laid in long tall grass
soft and silky
tickling me 
weirdly erotic
or on the hood of your ’69 Camaro
inhaling the crisp breeze
like knives across the skin
heads tilted so they touched
watching the stars shoot across
pointing and making a wish
each trying to beat the other
never not ever thinking of any thing 
or any other
‘Want to get an ice cream?’
you always ask to which I always see fire
if you don’t know me by now
‘Why are you lying with your head against me?’
I always leave in a pout, a huff, a swear under my tongue
promising myself never not ever
the next night ignoring the fact we I ignored my vow

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