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hot chocolate with
and whipped cream
fall into
pillow fights
and lovers' screams
black fitted
with runs
from the knee
to the thigh
skirt hiked up on the
right side
laundry lists
count shirts
with a virgin lipstick kiss
waterfalls that continue to
even when we're sleeping
awaken to
a Sunday Morning
coming down
in your arms
in the soft fold
of your shoulder
nine minutes
from the center
of town
on rail
every ten minutes
conveying the same distance
with a new chance
to travel and unravel
the night
how long will I stay
how long can I stay
before the morning
becomes the day?
infatuated bliss
it's just a guess
is it a crush
is it love
is it a gift
from God up above
is there a highway
that runs through life
and we're all just
spending the night
on a comfortable couch
satin pillows
covered in blue
with white clouds
the coffee cups
steam and scent
the air with java beans
espresso lent
and cinnamon toast
scraping off the blackened edges
the ghosts of
hobos live in jungles
and so do cats
hermits hide in caves
along with bats
you're trying hard to
be a good hostess
despite the hangover
that with whisky comes
you bring a marmelade of
burnt oranges
and a cascade of smiling
eyes behind black ring-tailed
raccoon mascara
should I wear a
burgundy beret today
that's so European
or maybe take out my black Montana
cowboy hat?
a blue printed cotton scarf playing softly
around my neck
covering the colorful rouge effect
left by your lips and deep kisses
that reveal a hungry appetite
Who will be the first to say I love you
in the morning light
Who will be the first to start believing in
last night?

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