I met her when I was a vegan
Her brown skin and black hair told me she liked the water
Her towel gave it away and she swam to me
Heart pouring over cafeteria salad bar crunch
In awe of her honesty
And purity
And open arms
Like an older sister I wanted to hold your hand
And do backflips and the breast-stroke
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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