Cotton Blue


cotton blue

when you slid down that oak in your cotton blue dress cotton panties you tore the trunk wide open your hem flipped up like steam working on a mushroom cap and two white stems dipped out the bark dug tracks top down that scarred your skin and bloodied your thighs before it was time I was underneath close enough to consider your white bottom first also wearing

a baby blue cotton dress and I through the band-bitten tops of your thighs thought to my bedroom to the pink-tipped plastic starred ceiling the too small for two sleeping bag the kept swears of our pinkies and loose-toothed dares we whispered after lights out — before you made my mouth open


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