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Your eyes,
color of dark, black tea,
stared at me with the depth of a curious doe.
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I have been taken to places
by your touch
and your eyes,
where no planes would ever fly.
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ivory wax from my shower candle
just drooled over my chest
and I am in awe.
that’s your fault, M.
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You dawn on me
with breath of hunger
like night,
sucking out definition
from brownstones.
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It’s not the death,
It’s the calling.
The great big galactic calling
for her nebulae.
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One o’clock arrived with growling pipes
and hissing windows.
evening smelled of moss and ivy.
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My heart bloomed like a daffodil.
It was one of those weekends…
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I am opening my body for you,
Hoping you’ll open your heart for me.
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One of my favorite things
is imagining going to school
with younger versions of friends
whom I’ve met since graduating.
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My ideal day would be waking up,
Doing a long yoga class with myself,
And mushrooms,
Walking around Fort Greene
And watching homes
And lives spent in these homes
While sipping iced latte with lots of honey in the bottom of the glass.
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