Lay flat... As Two Moved

Two french girls walk to school.
They carried two handbags, loosely.
The horses raced on, galloping.
Slowing to a halt, unexpectedly,
The mare bit her reigns, nearly, in two.

Down the gutter, rainwater kept flowing.
Puddles became pools, pools became swollen.
The movement of her arms, underwater,
She was a smooth, slow dancing windmill.

Her smooth arms flaked no skin as my
coarse fingers caressed and wandered.
Her skin was light and in the dark I felt
her warmth.

Amino an acid and my animal.
Subject me to your shame.
Lie down and tell the truth.
Always keep quiet,
and speak your mind, to yourself,
and I cannot hear you.

She sat directly on my bed,
Then scooched over, laying
her shoulders on my stomach.
My bare floor.
Now, two shirts lie and fall
and lay flat as two moved.
John 15:9

- JGR