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dreaming of pad thai
i don’t know what it is about your kiss
but it is
pleasure expands around you, and sometimes
it seems to be traveling at the speed of light
away from me
it’s sunday at the train station
i’m making mush, as in mushy mushy
poems for earth*girl and a relationship
with beauty that might be is over
if it is, i should get a naked hello kitty
tattooed over my thumper
i’m writing on bench next to the tracks
and taking in the radiant energy of the sun
and letting it reflect off this page
the excitement of the open, blank page
it’s nothing compared to seeing you
i’m trying to take all the white light
and diffract it into a spectrum of words
that will color erin*land
who owns the bluebird houses
how long can i hold you
how long can i let go
i always try to understand your curves
pleasure has no edges
it is a big bang theory and the expanding universe
it is the scent of laundry soap in your shirt
that squeezes into me while i hug you
it is the echo of your smile
it is the pink coral of your lips
it’s remember you flashing me your red bra
at the waterhole during winter carnival
it’s me dream of your dance floor and another
moment with you
a moment that heads me into us
