Friday, March 12, 2010

Friday is Your Friday

Reminders of you are everywhere
I lick the foam from the top of a coffee cup
you're there I think I lift your leg a bit
so I can see the glitter within
this gray day spaz attack snuck up
on me so we walk all over Manhattan like we're
dreamy invaders slipping on manhole covers
we start to enact passions I want you all
warm and wet and devastating
while pieces of rain shower and sparkle
my voice is changing with Spring
all the curls are loopy and ginger
is the taste and vanilla and chocolate
and so: Friday is your Friday lips touch
I could just burst open but I'll meet
you somewhere golden and untroubled
by the past if you want I will.


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