o honey

o baby

romance me like

the drunken clown snow flake

that lands on my shoulder

to make me a one star officer

of the valentine brigade

pucker me up

like a lemon kiss

in the tunnel

of carpe diem

take six

take four

roll on the floor

hold your thoughts

close to your whisper

imagine if sharon was

writing this poem

or imagine my finger

sliding along the heat

of your jaw bone

take five

smoke em

if you got em

be the hippie princess

in erin*ville

i am not king

but i have stars in my eyes

that seem to focus on

the most beautiful constellation

in the adirondacks

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