if kept cardigans of mine....and the excuse to....i'm walking to work

841pm

dry self lines close to

plug hole

 

there was a glimpse of

me

guiding

zipper

along outside of

ankle

and one hair

i didn't speak

just reached

with lips

 

 

hoping the m&m's

peanutbutter filled

like the tips

of only

you fingers

 

love the heght

growing fond of stilettos

(mispelledi don't know)

weaken my ankles

 

 

everything for you.

 

if there are no towels

 

dry

in my arms

 

                          i

 

                          launder them

a mistake i will

only give space to

when less

is

wanted.

 

 

and such

go back to life

hoping m&m's

were

peanutbutter

pink.

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~ hope is dope... :P (i'm still tripping after reading your last piece)... ~ there are some truly stunning images in this rather mellifluous piece of writing... you're a phenomenal poet... and a phenomenal human... now, pass me the M&Ms... it's time to munch... :P

~ p.s. i hope you will forgive me for my "stoned immaculate" comments... :P

[Steeven]

you're forgiven, just, when the music's over...turn out the lights.

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~ hahaha... and go off in the spanish caravan... for that moonlight drive... :P