Recapture a day when
summer brushed our skin
golden, when the sky
bloomed a brief, intellectual blue.
We lay in the green grass watching,
as the sudden yellow clouds
rushed overhead, filling the gaps
in the scene.
You picked a buttercup,
placed it against my skin, my breasts,
does it like butter?
you said.
Later I pressed it between the pages
of a book that you gave me,
a life extinguished,
to be recaptured later;
soft, faded yellow blooms,
your hand on my breast
a brief, intellectual blue.


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Fifth, they love it, they're just too shy to admit it! 
The way WE always did this was holding a dandelion to our chinny chin chins. Now...if only I had a handsome fellow to lead me to a grassy field of green, if only there were buttercups, if only it weren't so cold for this test.....**SIGH**
