This summer night told no lies Its heat said, “Take off all those layers, Take a dive past first impressions, Or dip just a toe in the ink of poetry-writing sessions.” Well, we penned anthologies with our bodies We orchestrated the ambience And letters peppered our lips and speckled our teeth Even with our heads tipped back The golden couldn’t flow fast enough Hands hooped hunks of hot potatoes Frying our fingerprints But just right to chow down Our stories sizzled Like the bacon on the griddle And sundried jokes cracked us open like cold ones Before we ever gave a thought to how cheesy they were Yes, we groaned Yes, we went back for seconds
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