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past the last green hill

past the last hill in Texas

past the last

green and brown

weeping and fading hill

overlooking warm waters

overlooking Atlantic blue

warm waters

if we make love

to Billie Holiday

will we find meaning?

if we make love

to moonlight and sticky

summer winds

will we find meaning?

if I

make love long enough

if I

kiss long enough

if I

sway long enough

five feet deep

clay face

this is heaven to me

I think

the neighbor’s fire

scares away the mosquitos

and your shoulders are bare

so it’s time

to profess my love

for the mole just below

your notched shoulder

A few more tissues.

Another heated rendezvous.

That’s love

Good morning.

I think.