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with water colors i create you

an emergency picnic on a blanket

of atmosphere



and when my knee bumps yours

or my finger slides down your

nervous face



i feel it too



i am silly and the atkins diet

you are protein and i will devour you



but i will be kind and nibble at the nuances

like one dabs a silk napkin

against the corners of your lips



i want to find you out



huff and puff you into

an atmosphere of desire

that floats like dew on an orange leaf

that thunders along the niagara



my legs are weak



it could be the hangover

or an impending cold



it could be your

barometric pressure



with me waiting for the warm front

to move in

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