I know that touch was invented for us.

I'll stop there with the sentimentality
because no one likes a sap
dragging her melting heart around behind her,
even though I could

put a leash on the pumping fist of an organ
and walk it from coast to coast,
collecting tokens of affection from everyone.

But once I made it home, it would go
on the shelf with the family and friends
and past lovers and holly branches,

And I would pick up the phone and call
to hear your voice and not leave a message.

11/17/2011

Posted on 11/17/2011
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