Taught
me a new word
Showed
me the sun
By
opening her heart
Listening
to “The Fool On The Hill”
Bobbie
Gentry never sounded better
You
train me with your eyes and lips
I’m
not a dragon or a broken paperclip
The
window was open so I climbed inside
Katie’s
dreams welcomed me like Nixon in China
Showed
me the way with empowered gestures of bravery
Her
Cowardly Lion and my Toto hung out in Technicolor
Once
upon a time I partied with drag queens in the Tenderloin
I
don’t write poetry that’s why most poets ignore me like the plague
The
words cut into the page like a samurai sword or electric toothbrush
She
took my hand and calmed my fears with her feminine wiles
Taught
me about God
Undressed
in the moonlight and rose like a new sun
She
eclipsed my night terrors by making love to me with aggression and the rhythm
and blues method
Charles Cicirella
3/31/19 
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