Words: Stain

soft white cotton dress
crumbled in hamper

damp with mud and leaves
after April showers
from the roadside ditch
where we slipped and fell
with our bicycles.

riding back laughing
as our teeth chattered
against the spring breeze

fresh unripened sun
barely warm on skin
as we madly dashed
back home to strip down

and stand together
indulging in hot
steaming staccato
of the shower
as we touch.

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