Working together at a summer job
I was humming "Islands in the..."
M throat-cleared, met my eye
and, low enough so only I could hear,
he joined in the song at "Making love
with each other, uh-huh" winked
and bent his neck back to his work.
I reddened to match my sunburnt
Mickey-Mouse-glove hands.
Later he caged me for a kiss against
a greenhouse wall; I clambered out
from his limbs without a word then
or mention since.
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