Naked if I want to, slylike,
I climb up tree drainpipe,
drip honeydew in summer,
sweat down the small of my hide.
And all the moonlight hippie titties,
naked if they want to,
nip off diamond droplets,
disturbing the water
our strings long plucked,
the wind shakes branch buds,
sends browned petals down
to their death, to their drowning.
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