Naked as a Cooking Bean Flying to the Sun

A love poem for David from days gone by

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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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