Slate-flat and slanted to dip into the river
with it's sole occupants, young and omnipotent
one-half alone
From this gray rugged throne, our toes
became comical puppet-fish
minnows in bright red caps
Practicing curious kisses and silly nibbles
on the rock, the water,
themselves
Cool and hot that summer
like the menthols that we smoked there
as we flicked our adolescent ashes, just so
You sang Marilyn to me, your pale lips
close enough to coax
the words from mine
You played the part so sexy
like a real woman would
and you were good
I'd smiled, confused that you broke the rules
that you'd broken through with this sudden
closeness
Even more confused
that you'd pulled away
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