[Dirty Hands]
Write a poem
about the time we played
in the mud, she asked.
And you put your hands on my hips,
dirtied my jeans as we kissed.
I obliged—
though that was never me.
Small poem Sunday
Apr 19, 2026
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[Dirty Hands]
Write a poem
about the time we played
in the mud, she asked.
And you put your hands on my hips,
dirtied my jeans as we kissed.
I obliged—
though that was never me.