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four sugars, sugar.
7:06 pm / Saturday, Mar. 14, 2009

You leave me lightheaded
rush of blood to my feet
the unexpected expectation
flush of peach on my cheeks
the good feeling I get;
the breeze in my hair
as long as your voice teases my ears.
You're the calm in my temper
the explosion on my page
paper inked and vitalized
the validity to my claims.
growing inside me
an effulgent beast.
we met. we meet--sweet stupor.
face, laugh, thought, plot, spark
snap.
Your grin and your schemes
underestimated dreams.
undertaken—unabashed.
Uncanny.
Silly tease—
Shaky knees
Simple kiss
Keen need to touch lips—
pause. laugh. Repeat
your coffee kiss, sweet
four sugars and your honey mouth—
enough.

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