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love and hate and stress

If I made a pot of coffee
and left it on the burner until
it boiled down to
a caustic syrup
drank it down in
three-quarter time gulps
it might come close
to this feeling you give me
You’ve turned my eyes to lightning
touching for impossible moments
whatever they feel attracted to
at the time
My fingers do
an impressive tap dance routine
on the nearest horizontal surface
My lips move faster than
the speed of thought
             and you’ve always said mine
             was impressive
My skin interprets even imaginary touch
at an intensity only
lunatics and drugs addicts

21 Mar 07

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