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lost in the thoughts that don�t mean anything, but well....
between sips of coffee
between nothing to do and too much
i embrace you and jump
with my back arched like a cat
when the encyclopedia falls flat on the linoleum
roll on sweet one
here is a stamp
some day send me your love
hopefully before the rates go up
i slip out of metaphor and reality
like one dances out of a necktie
running to the shower
before the big night is imagined
i circle around notions like $10 cigar smoke rings
on the sailing yacht in the harbor of carribean calm
loose lips sink ships and,
like new dance step for the flight of the bumble bee,
float around the nuance of a kiss
i cough against nervousness smoldering in my lungs
like incenses waiver around the back of my knees
causing me to vacillate on ardent thoughts
with only a whiff of fire
a gentle little kiss weaved into the yarn of stories
as the night, like a metaphor for the night, looms on
