By Nikki Quismondo
On the top shelf
there's that blue folder
containing you and I and printed emails
of liquid poetry
each line held days and nights of our planning
new love making; your poetic words massaging like a soft blue dream...
then there's the mention of your pink mushroom tip
in between the sheets of our ecstasy climbing,
so many words written in full exotic appetites
so many sleek and silky moments in full adjectives
so many wet documents with evidence that we once existed.
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