Almost that Color

At the coal strip pit, the water was copper-green and I remembered you while watching another two at the fire. At that very moment, I wanted to press us into them -- to be them, and it was something that has long outlasted the beer, the laughter and the warm rumble of friends

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We ran into the barn and I placed my hands around your hips just so I could feel them move. Your unwashed jeans were smooth, your thick hair was dark and I remember how you smelled. Everyone was partying at the fire but I wanted you with me. This never really happened, but I then thought it should have.