in a cool summer dress
crossin' state lines and
statin' lines 'cross
telephones.
I want to talk for hours.
I want to swim in lakes.
I want to find the source for whatever it is that's making me
crazy&
excited&
alive.
Discover why just holding hands makes me wet.
Find the well from which it flows and dance on stars
in bars
in cars
and sing with birds.
Find some words written on walls where I'd never thought to look.
Shake hands and sleep intertwined.
There's no reason not to.
Why not?
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