a soft
low of light
blankets me as a thin
line of grass runs tenderly
against my bare legs and arms
and i am on my stomach with
a face pressed down into
soft cool earth
kissing the dirt
letting it coat my dry lips
staining my lips like More references to the Yellow Submarine girlred
lipstick on a painted girl

a small dot on my nose
and a little more is
sent spraying from my lashes
as the crash up and down
hitting each other
my back is warm
my hair is hot
my soul is aflame
my position is prone
my life is real