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She plants the first kiss

in the back of a taxi, cabbie

craning his neck, eyes in rearview

to catch the warm press of lips.

We run

from cab to night, capital

breath pinning us to the hip

of One Way & DON’T

WALK, signs blinking black

surrender as we stand

in more eyes, the whip

of wind,

kiss again. Ready

for knees, the kneel

& spin of our steal—

away song, I stop her

in winter’s thaw, chirp

I love you

before feet rush

our bodies indoors

to corner tables

& candlelight.


you do

she laughs, & I

lose my coat,

get acquainted


from dying in the scarecrow’s armsFind it in the library

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Published in Mitchel L.H. Douglas Poems

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