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and I want to kiss her and
I know she wants to kiss me and
denying both of us for moments,
And I'm reeling with anticipation, driven to
obscene levels of restraint. ..
But I can't at this point we hardly know each others'
names,
and the lighting is public and the noise is crowded
"nice color, what is that, mustard?"
"yeah, maybe or maize I think it said on the tag.
Maize, mustard, they're both edible"
and I thought I'd like to smear maize on her stomach
the stuff used to make com tortillas
com crushed by stones and heated in the cracking and
grinding,
friction and moistened with water and hand-mixed,
fingers plunging and squeezing crushed dried com meal
soaking it up
and grabbed in fistfuls and squished out between the
fingers and scooped in palm size balls rolled around and
around into a tight ball sticky and attracted to itself in
the rolling and then patted flat in a circle/ish shape and
maybe rolled under wood to flatten further and thrown