a soft a hard a soft hard sway, nothing fey about it
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		inside a cantaloupe -- blonde
		smells clean tastes good
		i like the flesh moist and firm
		a watery rose-yellowy sheen
		my hard spoon slides in -- with time
		unearths the translucent green
		a diving loon -- my spoon and i
		talk out loud -- for love mostly
		with my mouth full of melon fruit

		full of your sweet name o mitten

		i am sold on the rough elephant skin
		cupped roundly in my left hand
		this could be your heels taken together

		"It's not an option.  we are having children."

		"yeah, you get the fun parts!
		they won't be sucking you dry. *smile*
		you'll have your kids
		and you won't think i'm pretty anymore
		because the kids took it all away,
		leaving me with pouches of skin! :)"

		i so wish i had you here at my lakeside already
		to feed mouthfuls to on our vast blonde couch
		looking out west

		a couch with professional movers-lopped-off rear casters
		all the better to kiss you fondle you entwine you
		the couch itself will enfold you
		resist giving you up -- all the furniture here
		welcomes you home

		so -- will you put your crinkly feet up on arrival
		vege out fully
		i will feed you
		i will play for you some quirky dreamy piano
		i will kiss your hair -- never tire of touching it
		you will spin the saddest smiths songs
		and you will sing the promised lullabies

		no breeze will sway the silent almonds of candles
		less light more fondle more light more fondle
		bluish morning city light will dawn
		we will slink off to bed to sleep in snuggly consort

		and if you do not wish to eat blonde melons
		i will be sad but i won't cry
		i will eat them myself
		i will fish for you in the sea of sweet
		not to sway you -- swaying is a a natural occurrence
		in windy city hi-rise living

		hey.  hey you.  iloveyou.


			Marek Lugowski
			29 March 2000
			Chicago, Illinois