We Watched The Town

 

c. We Smiled Like Innocent

Magdalena and me romped wildly on top of the town and on-
ly hoped nobody in town had binoculars on us. But our clothes
were green as the hill and when we took ‘em off, our skin were
as pale as the bushes. Here the wind was heaven’s, the grass
was good, the snakes went into hiding, the birds wanted to
join us, the butterflies threatened us with color. And when I
finally withdrew, or threw a condom, she smiled to the sky—
her face traced by my seed or heat—singing "oh God." Later

we watched the town and watched the church’s steeples, we
smiled like innocent angels eager for a father. We lost our
humor when talk turned to how none of the priests could im-
agine God delighted at our sex, they would only see devils,
how it would now be beyond them to understand that we did

not run down the hill as the rain fell, our faces chanting yet,
reverent only to the fact that we might also there catch cold.

 

 

 

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