[symetrik]

fourteen and no quip, then publicly my tummy learned to hug a fist.
dumbest shit. wouldn't have a puppy but I'd chuck a stick,
bully buddies suck a dick.
hop across a river bed - fuck a bridge.
rivulets of dripping clay and teeny Grace - skipping trace on muddy kids.
pissy palm a bossy hip, olly olly oxen free.
missy stick her tippy toe in mossy grit of Coffin Creek,
finally she spotted me, stocking up on skimmy rocks and horizontal sobbingly,
cross a swamp in awesome leap, sink a sock in soggy peat
tracker teeter toppled me, tit against a blossom cheek,
possoming a re-enacted death scene - eulogy in watercress,
knee upon a rotter's chest, CPRing miracles of convalesce,
first spat, spit a lung, sputter up and tug a dress,
she pantomimed a stethoscope and "really need to run a test".
"actually, the sun'll set. let's skip home, and hold hands",
told me I'd be cuter as an old man - told her that I owed a life.
anyways... that's the time I almost died and first time that I met my wife.