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i dream of you kiss



i rumble for the moment



i carve statues out of the chalk

and pebbles of a mean hopscotch



i am wondering how long

it would take me to train

a black bird to steal you heart

and how much crap i would have

to feed him



i think of you kiss in my class

and drift into the joy



i lose myself in that celebration

i am warmed by the heat



for a moment i am next to you on the beach

and i want to take a nap with your cheek

against my bicep



let me get lost in your nature



to be a blue bird in my house

outside your dancehall

sticking my head through

looking for comfort



that dress you had on looked silky

black with flowers



i am a bee coming at you like

a black hawk

fluttering at your stigma



i long for your lips

like slumber that

whispers in the night



i am burning like paper candles

like pumpkin in the compost



like the worms that

cut through my family tree



i am porous for your kiss

like the soil soaks up

a ten minute thunderstorm



i am sponge bob with a glass of scotch

and all the combinations of thoughts

that lead me to the river of joy



i am ice cubes in that glass of scotch

that ate the inhibitions that swallowed

the bee that flirted with your petals



i clamor for poetry that rambles

from brown alcohol, that spins on a bet

and is dizzy with raunchy delight



every time you cross your legs

on the porch where the sun dazzles



i am undone like the threads of story

about a nudist camp



i am all the alphabet minus the x

that lives on the tip of your tongue

and smirks in your cheek



i am slack and lust



i am pretense, without a nickel to my name



i ramble into an unconscious thought

brought on by the slumber

that circles the wagons around your mouth

and dirty moneys down your cheek



i am the synonym of dream

with allusions to sin

when caught in the collusion of wishes

about wings and your lips against mine



i am up too late working on a poem

that declares a new religion  and

pays homage to your kiss



when i should be sleeping



i am waiting for you to cook for me again

i am waiting for you to fall down to me



i am hidden desire inside nocturnal fantasy

i am everything and nothing

three x's and one more on the agenda

a consensus of lips and a over-ride

of innuendo



i am a memory of you in the town hall

kissing in the enclave of a door that is locked

and men in dresses dancing to music

from the tropics on a sub-zero night



where i am a flame in your embrace



i am a moth with no self-control



i am a dream, waiting to happen

and there it is in your kiss



there is paradise in the dream

there is a future and there is a past



there is a random chance to meet you

in the middle



and there is what goes beyond my thoughts

that only you can hold