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Bathing

At the park

Charlie Stuip

first the soar, extending like a spear. then the swallow.  two birds

devour each other.  up  and  down  the slide, tongues angry and
blind. she beaks the gagging > throat of her lover, probing for the
moment of truth.  tum-mies  clasped in a siamese-  finger-  trap.  
i’ve come undone. tender back-bends across the monkey - bars.
the raw power of unsustained love !!!  sea gulls hissing with the
rush. growing limbs and long breathless faces, necks becoming
bridges for the spit traded, the bile traded. “we’ll meet again. (?)
we’ll meet every day until we get it right.” i watch until i’m spotted.
and thereafter, the park sits empty ---  blue  ---  humid  --- wistful.

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