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i see images where tarty red toenails

wear your smile



10 cute portraits void of fetish intent

and wiggling within a physical landscape



like a dream about the glory days

of burlesque



i don't want to worry about your kidneys



you looked so comfortable

under a blanket quilted by another

your breath exhaled in semi-sleep



it has been so long since what is underneath

the facade of a woman has taken me

from one moment to another

like a foggy mountain road



i am so afraid that is the metaphor

for all my relationships



i want to believe in romance



to believe in the power of two people

swaying their hips in harmony



that your kiss dances in between my synapses

regardless if it can be defined by chemical reactions



if i need a definition i will ask for you to unexplain

how one gets into a situation where nothing is right

and everything that was, will never be



i am making a collage of words

writing down my random thoughts

and collecting them into

bunches of desire for you



let me stream through a mental checklist

of all my anxieties



there certainly seems to be a magic

and a sadness to defining thoughts

in a personal dialog of cliches

that needs a good translator



it is the difference between dinosaurs

and petroleum byproducts



please, only one subject a night to ad nauseam



when you left i was happy

but only if that is what you wanted



i never think enough about loneliness

to ever miss independence



i guess i am pretentious enough

to think the words will change

what will come between you and i



but the words never change and

it is the fluctuation of the meanings

that are so volatile



the value of your smile always increases

when you have taken it away

and sequestered it with the jury



i am so enamored in how your playfulness

is different from my playfulness

but we are both having fun on the monkey bars



it is the difference between

the tears and the tissue left on the table



i will paint your smile onto the head of a pin

and jump when the sharpness touches me



i ask you if you would like to kiss me

a blatant conversation involving your desire

that may or may not involve me



the bathroom windows are steam and

i don't know how to turn off the faucet



jeez, here i am in a long rambling poem

scratching out the thoughts on scrap paper

where i talk to you in first person

and you smile in a process of rapture



uncomfortable moments where

flirting slips away to calculation

a consequence when it is no longer fun, but an endeavor

regardless how desirable the end results are



trying to evoke the pseudo psychological power

in a game that is equal parts cat and mouse



i am really uncomfortable discussing

my romantic territory



prefering to paint your smile onto the laces of tap shoes

because it is a dance that can rhyme rhythm with music



i am filling a bank statement with images of grandeur



the implicit value of candies

can not be calculated in the nibble of your kiss

or detoured through a discussion of calories and positions



and now i am ending this knowing

you will take the path of least resistance

like a physical nuance that

dispatches your emotions

and flows downhill