write a poem about me
not about the one you love
in another state
who has forgotten about you- about me
I'm here next to you
I'll just sit and listen to the crickets conversations
I'll say I was there
when the masterpiece was written
I read your other poems by the way
you inspired me to write too
a poem on my calculator after my math exam
are you writing about me yet?
yes
I am writing about
the Jamaican Rum Cream
the impromptou picnic
the shadows falling strategically on your face
it might be you or the pot we just smoked
but I really want to kiss you
you tell me
the rasta colors on your sweater
look like rainbows when stared at long enough
when I stare at you long enough
your face turns into
stop talking so I can finish this goddamn metaphor
you teacup of vodka half full you
blinding and beautiful as a firefly at 3 AM
kiss me
or I am going to keep writing.
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