the big blue velvet chair
of cosmic recklessness,
has been vacuumed today.
i have retrieved several lost kisses,
the green bottle of stardust
i’d planned to sprinkle
over the furrows on your forehead
when you are asleep,
six coins from your jacket,
many a silly thought
which other accomplished friends
would have converted into
instant poetry, are all now tucked away
in my memory box
that still has the pink button from my shirt
evidence of our early passion.
the pillows are now fluffed
and i’m halfway drowned in merlot
unable to decide if i should
simply snuggle up to you and listen
to laughter rumbling in your chest
as you watch comedy on tv
or i should sneak up and steal
you away from the sofa and...
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