Let’s
change the channel
Watch
and listen to something more amorous less violent
I
want to persuade you to go into the deep end with me
Our
minds are vaults – the tumblers super sensitive – even Superman would not have
made it out alive
Your
body a temple I desire to worship – the altars super cozy – even Jesus would
not have exited unscathed
And
when I think about you it’s in fits and starts because I know you purr like a
kitten and that your Scottish accent would drive me right over the edge of this
existence and the next
Let’s
boost each other’s confidence by entering the sweat lodge bereft of inhibitions
and not leave until we’re five pounds lighter and our fragile egos have cracked
wide open
I
sit here sometimes pulling, other times pushing the words from my subconscious like
a midwife who knows exactly how to make a baby comfortable when it enters our
world for the first of many first times
And
you, you I can only imagine moving into your new place shuffling through boxes
trying to recall where your Leonard records are because you need some of his
loving darkness now
Our
personalities fickle – the changing of the guards severe – even Jack Frost
needs to every now and again step outside of the studio and take a drag off of
a cigarette
Your
spiritualism a passionate kiss I wish to partake in – your lips moist – even Houdini
would not have been able to resist your wanton pouting
And
we will always have each other’s backs I know that now because I believe we encourage
each other to do things we’ve only dreamed about and when we fly too close to
the sun, unlike Icarus, we’ll be invited inside for tea and oranges that come
all the way from China
Charles Cicirella
1/2/17
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