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mousehunt 

i wear my erection   like an invitation

to obilivion     and i've never understood

the term "birthday suit" 

or you smiling at me   at 5am 

our feelings spread eagle

to the blues     feeling billie holiday's 

shadow   you smell like i remember  from dreams

your heart beats     a mouse chirps across my floor

and the outline     of your skin cascades 

into the sun 
		  forming night music

blinded by love
               
				       by possibility
		 forming a question mark
between  your lips		       to kiss

the ghost    

		 of our endurance 

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