Mud BathA Poem by Kristi BrooksHot, Oklahoma summers...teenage lust...I guess that's about all of it.
Mudbath Summer on the plains with the monotonous sunlight that seeped into our skin, relieved only by dry breezes and an occasional skinny dip in the shaded river. We laughed as the mud-red water washed away the sun- stains on our bodies and eased the heat between us. The only things to see our twinkling skin were the turtles— but they never said a word. © 2008 Kristi Brooks |
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on May 15, 2008 AuthorKristi BrooksOKC, OKAboutI think that I must have started making up stories in my head before I even learned how to read. My mom says that my ability to come up with such fantastic stories on a whim made it hard to get mad a.. more..Writing
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