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there is a flamboyant ticker tape missing

from these little words that float around you



there are no yellow prints on your dance floor

explaining the choreography and

there is no kiss in my ramble



i like it when my poems lean in

and peck you on the check

or hover over the pink coral

of your pleasure



but i am so afraid



i am afraid i will not be famous



famous in the world and the company

of your pink coral of pleasure



i am afraid i will not make

a poem about your kiss that is

a sovenier of the isle of temptation



that is delight with a nervous edge

that is driftwood bumping against rapture



i am nervous the parade of nuance

led by the cadillac of confidence

will pass under the highrise without

the streamers of enchantment floating

around the coast of your pink coral