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Your lips and my lips 

play with wet fire 


Your fingers and my fingers

lick infernos in its wake


Your love and my love 

will burn the world ’til it kneels

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Bonsai


You are

groomed 

to be tame;

conservative;

their definition of beauty

and you follow, for you do not know any better

But there will always be cracks

Roots that defy the pot where they have planted you

and arms that bend to your whim

Yet they cut you down still

and you believe them again  

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There was always this pull towards you
like when the ocean rises on a moon full.
A sensation that tingles every time you were in my radar;
the subtle warning that I could plummet at any moment –
if only I hadn’t resisted so long

But then I caved.,

And in letting gravity sweep me off my feet,
taking a trip to the galaxy and round-a-bout the stars
I landed on your open heart-step
with a ticket that says “Admit one,”

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Trinket

liquor bottle caps or napkins from a cafe‚
movie tickets and broken sunglasses‚

they all sit comfortably in my tin box;
rattling from time to time
sifted through when I miss you
or opened when I have stolen a new trinket

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Telephone Gap

Something’s missing…

Well, we’ve said it all

The goodbyes,
The goodnights,
And even the shy Imissyous,

But
there
is
still
a telephone

g                a             p

at the other

end

A silent expectation
A pause.

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We’ve barricaded these feelings –
considered them an impossibility; incomprehensible; a dream

yet as our hands waltzed and our eyes kissed

We melted, melded and forgot every worry there was