The sky gets plashy and so do
I
right side this sidereal, down your sides
slipping
the sky slipping steady       slide slishy and tied between
your tye/die skislope sighs where my
     eyes
a white ball
        or two plash into your wet       I the
high shot into

your sidereal
     slide pearly

I'm a snail down my thigh and butterflies might be just

bugs but oh, oh, oh! do they flutter,
oh! do they flutter,
here drawn on my thigh oh! do they flutter, oh!
do they flutter
and fly.

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