some things don't ask for permission
kinda like the way i sprinkle salt
on a slice of apple
and call it perfect
it tickles the tongue
wakes up some sweetness
like a small tug-of-war
my grandfather does it too
he always knows
what the heart wants
before the mouth does
people ask why
and i laugh
because they've never tasted
how memories and hunger
can meet in one bite

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she likes to follow me
into the steam
where the water blurs
kinda somewhere between her skin
and my dreams
she says to don’t give any mind to her
she's just here to kneel and pray
i don't speak

she listens to the way i breathe

when i think no one is near
i let her finish praying
and let out a big scream
i thinks she kinda likes it
when i call her Amen

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she tucks them there
right under my nose
her tiny pink hipsters
kinda like some soft silky secret
silk under my sleep
not to forget
just to tease me a little
kinda her way of saying
i was here
i'm gonna be back for more
her pink flag of tender ******
waving with laughs and skin
whispering hot stuff
her cotton-made pillow talk

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she speaks in riddles sometimes
a smile longing sideways
words slipping past her teeth
like marbles she slips under my tongue
when she kisses me
my tongue-and-cheek girlfriend
laughs lodged in her dimples
truths tucked
under her winks and shoulder shrugs
she tells me love
isn't something to shout about
just something to chew slowly
kinda like sour bubblegum
you're addicted and can let go

and i believe her
even when she calls me a poet
kinda like and a dare
more than a compliment
but i don't care
she's my favorite sour bubblegum

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