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steam
there was steam drifting
up from moose pond
i was cooking my water
for coffee and noodles
but not so busy that i couldn't
enjoy everything beautiful
about this morning
i could have painted
you a picture and in
that picture you would have been
an angel floating on the whimsy
of my thoughts
with you being a very sexy angel
and while sipping my coffee
i watched some mist float
onto a neighboring rock
it was like slack lust
the kind of desire
i have for you
