for Leah
Water is cold, imagine the coils of black hair
freshly washed by the afternoon ray of light.
I keep telling you you’re beautiful,
almost insane this way you keep tripping over
yourself. We feel free in the home of a more
established writer. & now I kiss you ten times
a day. Great courage it must take, unwed
& unkept are the small hearts we have.
I remember something wise you said to me,
as we’re walking down a street named Cherrywood.
Gleeful, you whisper the words of Elton John.
Then I watch you spin diamonds around the people
on the dance floor. It’s all angelic, our movement
around each other. Another time, laughing loudly
in a quiet coffee shop. See, time is irrelevant,
masculine. Most importantly, time is wrong.
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