Al Swanson
art by Lizzy Shumate



Your nipples rising
set the winds
to winding

In the small room
we sat
with eyes beginning
to molten,
see deeper
than casual -
the first glances
that we shared

by the movie house

Your hair falling
over the back
of your chair
in front of me

When I spilt

You turned
with eyes

that I should dare
such an act
of opportunity

And said
Hi want some


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