exothermic rxn


the way you write gives me a hard-on
because i am a man
and you are not

as far away
as distance implies

the words being half-sentimental,
wholly eloquent
and luxurious to my
star-crossed eyes

it sounds like it feels like
what i thought i had
but never did

so stylish, fashionable
easy to indulge in

you are an old woman in a wonderbra.

that kind of stylish;

i will be awake well into
next week
writing of the doldrums
and sugarplums
dancing

warning all of how beautifully weird
you talk
and why i feared the walk
back down from
the cyber-cyclops

of your literary cloudtops;

i met you five minutes ago
without your even knowing.

my car is waiting outside.

just tell me where
i’m going




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