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A Poem for Paul Here I am spread eagle on your turquoise bedspread. Run your fingers beneath these Calvin Klein underwear. Reach for my scar burned as a baby from a Sunbeam iron. Tongue between your toes. Reach lover, through the cracked unlock door. Creep in from the built in porch. Tiptoe over chrysanthemums, my mama's heels kicked off after church, past the coffee table, an archive of videos where I wait defenseless, exposed to your slender mouth. Reach for me through the glory holes. Reach past the porcelain Siamese cats. Careful, don't knock down the glass of watered down soda. Reach for me past the fat stacks of Playguy. Join me on the floor of your limousine as you reach in your tuxedo pocket for a condom. Can you see me, can you feel my fingers running through your golden blond hair like a giddy schoolgirl?
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