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Midnight Snack

A library, in the dimples of a laugh,
baby’s-breath-chamois folds,
you little giant; put you in my pocket.

Salty mineral flint, fossils of life I can’t know,
repeat mournful decades to ecstasy. Smile.
A library! (in the dimples of a laugh).

Cookies-in-the-cupboard temptation; that’s you!
My warm world so cozy, too quiet to disturb,
you little giant, put you in my pocket.

Vaudeville dancing, slapstick chopsticks (pull my finger),
I’m a rude crude dude, pants down, falling down until…
a library, in the dimples of a laugh.

Prehistoric miasmic asthmatic whispers…sadness?
Concentric waves, warm inoculation; that’s my kiss!
You little giant; put you in my pocket.

Midnight kitchen raid for something sweet.
A library, in the dimples of a laugh,
you little giant, put you in my pocket. 

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