Waking up together,
bright as red goldfish
swimming through the air
above your bed.
Perhaps they'd gather
to gawk
and make their fishy faces
at the green tara.
I want to climb old lighthouses with you.
We could reignite the flame with a kiss.
The ponderously spinning light
serves to guide a great whale,
safely into harbor.
The whale would open its massive maw,
and a circus would roll
safely, off his tongue.
I want to kiss every mole on your body,
in the gently waving tall grass.
I will make love to you
beneath a blanket of falling stars.
They would slow to land all around us,
to make our own Austin-night
strings of christmas lights,
as we giggle
giddily, into each other's smiles
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