"Salient Sphere”
My peppermint moon.
Drawn in June.
Left to die.
I don't know why.
Carved light.
In this night.
Salted by a handsome cry.
In a wet July.
Swan light delight.
I fly a sherbet kite.
"My Patricia”
Your fingers I lick.
Like potato sticks.
Heart I massage.
With a palm's facade.
Leaving much to chance.
I never forget your dance.
My beloved L.A. swirl.
I know your curls.
I love you so
That my soul will never you go.
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