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Love Poem
You know I wouldn't dream
of swallowing goldfish, stunning
the sleepy torpedo-ish bee, zagging
in the zig zone. Not to worry,
Dear, you won't catch me
cooking with curry, raising
the ante, removing coins from
fountains. I have no wish to wander
dark alleys, step to the edge, leap
on the backs of tigers. I won't huff,
puff, press the point, stuff my face,
paint the town. I don't care to climb
beanstalks, dance hip-hop, ride bareback
blindfolded. You can trust me to never split
infinitives, dangle participles, tickle
you in your sleep, wear red kimonos
with black dragons, tattoo my tennis shoes
with tercets. Truly, it's perfectly safe
to turn your back, loosen your chain mail, drop
the globe from your shoulders. Yes,
set it down, Dear, close your eyes,
sleep tight, dream easy.
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