Not
liberated enough to sleep naked
It’s
on my bucket list with going to Amsterdam
And
being punched out by a kangaroo
I
literary think of your breasts
Poetic
license only takes me so far
Before
I’m carried away by the grammar police
You’ve
drawn the boundaries in sidewalk chalk
“I
bless the rains down in Africa”
Jumping
rope leaves me tangled up in blue
Not
forward thinking enough to stop masturbating
It’s
all in the twist of the wrist and the stellar glide of your arched back in the pained
moonlight
I
know when the lights go out your inhibitions stop playing hard to get
Shame
on me for thinking of you in a physical sense
When
I heard your voice it was all over for me
It
channels future memories I cannot wait to live and relive endlessly
Charles Cicirella
4/5/19 
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