My Goddess

November 17, 2008
Air does not deserve to fill your lungs.
Lips kiss your wrist
And inhale.
Rose oil is only perfect enough
For you to breathe.
Silence is too quiet—
Music ought follow you everywhere.
Oh, sweet bells!
How perfectly smoke dances
Off your lovely red lips.
My Goddess!
Take another drag,
Clear your thoughts,
And Speak,
So I may dance with your words
As they tease
And tug at my skirt.
Tell me a secret, Perfection,
So as to remind me how completely I love you—
A secret not mine
So to watch me squirm,
So you can laugh
As I am crushed
Under the weight of the Pink Elephant Drinking Champagne.

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