i peer through the lattice
hot breath beneath the misty reflection
and there you are,
bun and bathrobe
type-type-typing away
i shake with glee
at the thought of
extracting your eyes
one by one
though I don’t have a clue as to what color they are
no matter. I am sure they will make
a lovely garnish in
a well-mannered dirty martini
to sip while you simmer
thrashing for me to stir you up
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