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lobomao
lobomao
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A flip book stack of postcards
Cull collected in pyrey piles
The burning landscape of your body
I rum my hand across
Sliding the devil’s slide
On to your moss beach
Or sweet half moon bay
Held taught between two tips
Let me dive down with my curious lips
Looking for eager oysters
Seeking ripe kiss deep over open
In rapture of your sleepy seepy depth
Held kelping clung like abalone
Fast forward to futures future
And here I am the outcast native
Oh so Ohlone so alone so long
A book that spells my name
Gives the reasons why
You thought you loved me
But not at all why you left

Yet here I am perched perching
On a limb outside your door
Waiting for spring to return
For buds to bud on reaching branch
The musty smell of summer love
Held heavy in the air
Like the lush hushing forest
I found with within you
Where we laid and played and stayed
As open blooming blooms call out in lust
We fragrant the world with our brewing musk
And you my love remain my favorite flower
Could you in our hardy heartfull heart
Hold me and my hand anymore?
Please come again in again in
There's a dangerous secret
As I see your smile
And I watch you walk away

Remember our many murmurs
As we rized like folded dough
Our bodies made sounds from all our corners
Satisfied with all the ways we loved
My heart kept you warm
On those close cold summer nights
While you found your feet to dance
In sleepy steps and dreamy conversations
My shadow clipped to your ever step
I shaped shots of stop motion moments
Pieces of pictures I paste in place
Scrapbook deckling and drop dog eared corners
Still catch my breath
With the beauty of your smile
Held so close to mine.

lobomao
lobomao
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