Oh darling
I can see you,
with your firey eyes and
your samurai smile
just like in the movies
and you’re looking this way
because you can see me
seeing you, bare teeth and
cut hair and all, squirming
in the warmer spots of sunlight
with this collared shirt unbuttoned
at the top and
All we understand is
old jazz records.
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the sieve and the sand 
Cool poetry.
a really interesting style
Dang. This is good.
That’s the stuff.
D’awh.