Carole King wafting across the quad
sun shinning on our bodies, reaching up
I touch sky blue cotton dress with
spaghetti straps, compelling anorexic
dancers creating permanent jealousy
binge infused with cheerleaders,
wondering could they possibly, like you.
Grass between toes, classes for the toads
reefer madness swirling puffing circle
hula hoops around your waist, waste
around my brain, wine draining into dirt,
Candies stained burgundy fly through the
air, I lick grapes alcohol jam drying upon
bare ankles calves looking at you, looking
up your pale blue cotton spaghetti strapped
dress, wondering If you belong to me…
Tull crests a wave, your lungs suck my air
I don’t care, your on top for all to see, blond
hair obscuring my face, tongues exchanging
spit hips craving hips. Students teachers rush
away, friends form circle mandala shielding us.
Permission to explode quad style public display,
hundreds gather keeping authorities away, you
And I melt into bliss, getting away for just this day.
