Picnic Fever

Picnic Fever

Set up a piece of heaven
over there on the kikuyu
between the potted ferns
late afternoon sun rays
stroke our hair;
early evening finger nails
laced with dengue
or malaria.

put down the picnic blanket,
maybe a few cushions,
open the basket,
rub some blueberry jam
over your breasts.

I love you.
I love you.

Pour me some red wine.
I want to tell more lies.


Pull the picnic blanket over my head.
Suffocate me.


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