as I get older I want to
picnic, not to party.
a basket of baguette,
three kinds of cheese,
strawberries and
a little merlot,
or maybe chablis.

and as we sprawl in the
shade of our light repast,
we'll hold a bottle of beer,
a pale lager to our gentle sips.
we'll let the cool drops glide over
our warm summer's tongues
as the sun steers itself
fat across the sky.

and then I'll fetch two more,
and then two more,
our knees stained green,
our breath and our hands
as coarse and insistent as the
smell of life all around us
as we fuck on the grass.

( | ) 21:27 o arouser do pintainho2000