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i don't know why

i feel the need to speak of space

when all i want to do is be

as close as i can to you



i want to be inside your moment

i want to have my poetry in your purse

and convince your mother to slide

my thoughts into her purse



i nuzzle inside your juncture



i orbit your universe



i float in your atmosphere

as i assemble this



i want my space to be

so close to your thighs

in a mexican restaurant

as the waiter straightens

the reproductions



while your mom giggles

about lovers with accents



and i breathe in and out

worried i will be too affectionate

thinking i could devour you

with tenderness