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Naked as a Cooking Bean Flying to the Sun

A love poem for David from days gone by

Photo by Sinitta Leunen from Pexels

I don’t know and I don’t care if you’ll find me here sitting in my underwear or naked as a cooking bean flying to the sun.

You’ll come banging on my front door thinking you’re hot potatoes waging war.

I’ll yell at the front door,

“Please join me, Please come in, please join me in my search for sin: no entry fee.”

You’ll give the knob a twist the wood a push come busting in to my neighborhood.

From my lips you’ll finally pull first grade innocence and I love you peeling off the years of alligator skin that for some time we’ve all been hiding in.

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