October 8, 2012

A Vietnamese medium hugs me tight,
but not too.

An imagined moment of intimacy: you get nipped
on the nose with a kiss,
my kiss. Of course

from there it’s love. I will it to be, and that’s
how confident we can get in small clothes.

To tumble with you would be no crime,
so why are you treating me like a master
thief?

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