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your kiss is like
Easter Sunday
dressed in white eyelet
wearing daisies
sneaking chocolate bunnies
secretly holding hands
during morning service

your kiss is like
fiery icicles
melting my muscles
tingling my toes
flaming my fingertips
leaves my lips burning
aching for more

your kiss is quietude

your kiss is quivering

your kiss is quintessential
as a child
I made puffy wishes

whoosh

and you spread
your seeds

beautiful ****
a letter
tattooed on my wrist
of your treachery
and my own fallibility
painful memories
etched in my soul
too late for salvation
Inspired by The Scarlet Letter
the sagacious owl
hooted

hoot
hoot

observed me
omnipotently

and turned
the back of
his head to me

he had seen through me
gahdugat

letting the music swim over me
remember how we danced
the night was deep and long
seemed like it could last forever

badumcha

your arms around me
felt like I was melting into you
when looked into your emerald eyes
I knew you were my only one

bizzzhaka

I sit and wait for you
that coffee we drank the next morning
I’m having it now
yes, I know it’s late
but I feel close to you
when I taste it
reminds me of your coffee kiss

bahtubaht

I’m not lonely all alone
not when I know I have your love
I can be at peace
just knowing I’ll see you tomorrow

skadeedaht
thinking of you
bideedoodop
your killer love
jiggeddybah
massacred my isolation
skidleebop
jazz always reminds me of you
she is the blood in my veins
an angel of temptation
full of desire and heat, my ideal maiden

her love is a wave in the ocean
guided by the wind and the moon
full of flutters and flaws, complete perfection
like the terrible waves
of an angry ocean
forced out of complacency
by an even angrier bright, full moon
my love sits upon the edge of a tall cliff
contemplating flinging itself forward
to the depths of a verdant green valley
populated by purple poppies
and yellow daisies
hoping to land peacefully
in the tender arms of the flowers
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