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Nov 2012
I felt like a Cuban arriving
at a Miami harbor,
banana boat and all
when you rubbed my feet
then drove away.

I was the cat's pajamas
when you slipped me on,
held me under for a
second and said I'd
dry in the blistering sun.

I felt like a cat's
head against your knees.
When you took my shirt
off and told me not to
laugh too loud.

You laughed too
loud when you took
off my pants. I built
the world trades and
watched them crumble too.

I'm the bee's knees
when you let me.
I can take the cave
to the top of the mountain
if that's how you got to be.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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