sun, hot; breeze, cool. fresh grass imprinting cities on my arm. the warmth of her breath on my fingers. her eyes examining the worlds beneath her, leaving me free to gaze, unblinking. the faint gnaw of time at my back, the pull of class, tugging, tensing. she stretches and rolls her sleeve up past her shoulder. i reluctantly head towards the building. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
