IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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RAIN

Sarah McDougal

Sitting in the truck With the rain pouring down the glass And pooling on the ground, Our seats reclined, You and I were warm, and Sweet, heavy breath hung in the air, Dense like fog. We were just talking (about everything) But all the while my heart was racing In and out of the silences and words. I was sure that you could hear it As I leaned in and kissed you.

 
 
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