It's a sunny day and we lie tangled in the green-carpeted park. We make friends with the pigeons (they're all named Pidgy, did you know that?) and revel in each ray of sunlight and every pricking blade of grass. You feed me the M&Ms that I carefully sorted by color before - starting with the less-savory blue and all the way through to the last ones, green as the grass, green as the eyes that gaze into mine.

I melt in your mouth and into the earth.

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