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A clique of wild girls
lie around me, planting
kisses on my mouth
and forehead and chin
and neck. Their black
irises twinkling
in the blue red
light of my comfy
brown leather sofa.
I sit there
and be kissed,
humble poet,
recorder
of this dream.
Love Emoji
I am back in the library
poring over old letters from
Catalina to Madrid to Havana
centuries ago, pronouncing
new words, new verbs, in their
triform, ir er and ar.
I want to tell you that I want to squeeze you
til you feel the love
I want to count the
times you’ve told me you love
me by all the stars in the sky
I want to make you laugh
a sidesplitting laugh
It is perfectly bright and warm
in my room
scratchy wool under my back
The sun has moved across the sky
I want to be here with you in the
night
I want to give you love
you treasure
forever
that builds you
a towering joy
“Terribly glad you decided to drop by,
Ellen Robinson,”
Your brown chest, goose pimpled,
you add cinnamon, its kiss is sweet like yours
you are that one person that I’ve been waiting for
waiting for my phone to ring,
I like the way my phone pings
about you wanting to rendezvous
for red
someplace after you get off
I’ll be there
looking debonair
like a new romantic
“that’s what I like about you you really know
how to dance,”
plays in my head, the vibrato
waves like an engine shifting gears,
I feel happy to know you want me
Your hips like ballerinas’
wrapped in your black dress
hair with streaks of blonde like a lady
who works at Navarro and says “Mira”
and “lo mismo” and wears a lot of gold jewelry,
your eyes dancing across my face
revealing your pleasure
you are like a letter in the mail-person’s bag
promising the words that I long to hear spoken
into my ear
and to speak into your ear,
because you make what you want to hear
Your blue jean jacket
reminding me of
music festival smokers