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In the field
I saw her in her pants for the first time
Nearly naked from the knees up
I inched my hand
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He spoke of how Rembrandts lover
Is depicted drawing back a curtain,
Her palm upwards
The drape caught aside by the back of her hand.
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Its still only Wednesday;
There are hours of heat in the house,
the air above my radiator,
Is quivering like sun over sand.
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In The Field

In the field
I saw her in her pants for the first time
Nearly naked from the knees up
I inched my hand
Beneath the waistband of her jeans
She shivered
The breeze she said
Blowing a piece of hair from her cheek
She straightened her legs
In the grass
And she closed her eyes
Like a sign
I waited with no breath
I crept my fingers further in
Her lips pressed together once
I touched the penny brown button
Winking in the sunshine
I traced its circumference
And I opened it
And her hips rose
And a pulse beat in the belly of her skin
And I felt sweat on my nose
And I tugged down fast
In case it stopped there
Pink pants with a fake flamingo print
I touched her through the cotton
And then underneath
And my fingers moved over hair
And the flamingos moved above my fingers
And I heard her breath louder than the breeze
In the field.

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