Sunday, March 14, 2010

define temptation

The rain won't stop and I take the time to believe it's June. It's all reading and writing and wine and music this weekend, and the prospect of summer teases me and I fall headfirst for its thunderstorms that giggle and save me and destroy everything. I refuse to take my bathing suit off and imagine it all smells like honeysuckle and my friend writes to me about a road trip south, across the border and maybe we'll just keep going. But, for now, it's late nights and talks on porches and I hold my breath, slightly, until I waver and exhale.

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