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 how often have we
 arguments by which we’ve
 been laid bare, distraught, or even
 a little bit distracted? casi nunca. 
¡ñaca ñaca ñaca!
 every day with you is like a
 rodeo, cowboy. okay, now is when we throw
 ourselves onto the bed laughing.

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tomorrow’s tornado was
onerously yesterday’s monsoon.
ready the colo(u)r weather radar! and
now back to our regularly scheduled program.
a whirling-swirling, spinning-swerving tale of
desire that 

only these two (unrequited?) lovebirds will ever know.

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monsoon, that unlikely color
of love, brings death and destruction to
numerous areas abutting great
seas and deep
oceans,
of course. that said, i would
never rule out swimming through one to get to you.

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sharks are considered anti-colorful for the way they jump
high and dry out of the water, which otherwise keeps them
alive. humans are more drained-looking, similar to
rodents, scuttling about, tails in the air, the veritable
kings of the subways. and every trash bin is home to a rat’s true love.

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jesus!
am i just being
seismically and
menacingly (maniacally)
irritable? or. oh. (breathe it all in) i am absolutely
not that. it’s only that i’m one half of an
ecstatic couple caught snug betwixt the
     snaggled shark-teeth of long-distance love.

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is this because it’s just a blasé day? or am i just
caucasian. don’t answer that, hunny. the
endless ways in which we

can say white. when i’d just rather say, hey,
are we going to that exhibit tomorrow. how about a walk in the
park? sf isn’t just diverse, it has so many verdant parks. with views. gorge.

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nose to nose in the pitch black of my
imagination is not the worst place to be with you.
good night would sound so much better than any cliche were i to
hear it from you, with all of the vibrations from your
throat & body: an energetic pulse-zip that starts at the tip of my schnozz.

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surely, today’s is the most
understated of all of these
numerous hues, especially as they
show us hotly and with focus at our most amorous.
how perfect a color to enlighten! it shoots hotly as (with) my middle name! oh,
if a vibrant cupid would ping shards of my middle name, nothing would be more symbolic
nor as giddily warm as the resulting heart filling with never-
ending love.

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money is such a pathetically
onerous thing to have to spend
real time frenzying about. but to have
nought of
it is to stay in place. to go
nowhere. and you know where that isn’t
going. it isn’t

getting us anywhere nearer to each other.
love is an absurd thing, isn’t it? how our love is kept apart is revolting. so,
our pact, which we’ve each forsworn we’ll not deign
renege: you and i shall be in the same room before the sun rises upon another
year (and this we will do!).

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talk to me of the shame of
having to wear it
endlessly, wherever, everywhere.

scary. i want to believe we are better. but we are
cowards. why isn’t
anyone standing up to these crooked fascist-wannabes.
really, i ask this question, wondering. maybe it needs to be me.
love is the answer, i want to say, with an
ebullience that cannot be denied. but that makes me as much a
traiter as our purported legislators, our supreme court.

love is the answer to what? an
escape, for certain. sure. is
that what i’m aiming for here? would it make me so
terrible? yes, i suppose it would. or
else i’m on to something with this escape.
rev up the engine, hunny, we’re getting the hell out of here!

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del begins this piece, of course.
rightly so? well,
i am the author of this compendium,
for whatever it’s worth. how might it
take on a new skew? the love of two people
will tell the story,
of course. but how to delve deeply, even as the
overall trend is service.
del ends the piece, of course, but with his same love, w/in and w/out.

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“’allo, del.” “hi,hunny” “i have a
  question for you.” “shoot.”
 “um, [del makes a fishy-face, says “boycott walgreens!”]
  are you gonna write any more of those
  rip-rockin’ romantic colour ditties you’ve been posting.”
 “i thought this was going to be my last for now. but am i
  understanding you correctly that you, perhaps, want to
  see more.” “yeah!” “then of course i’ll do some more of them.”

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how am i doing? you might ask.
excellent, i might reply.
i’d be lying, and
rather extremely, at that. sure, i’m a
liar.
or so my reputation would assert (right?).
only, aren’t we all? i always say, and
most aggressively,

that we are, each and every
one of us. but what has me in such a foul
mood? you might
ask. nothing, really. except a(nother) serious obstacle just arose regarding
that
one thing that would erase the distance between us.

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colours (xxix)

it’s delightful
to come across this lovely ‘colour.’

talk about (finally!)
appropriate! apparently it’s as red as a
kiss. (dare i say it? why not?) as an
endless kiss (endlessly). with you, of course. so
scrumptious (oh, i’ve no doubt). just

to bring up dancing of any kind, especially
with you, however
onerous it might be, given the literal impossibility—

temporarily,
of course—nevertheless it puts me in such a del-icious

twist of desire that
at this very moment, cooking my dinner for one on my almost
negligible stove, i’m
giddy as hell over the imminence 

of countless dinners for two. (and dancing with you) 

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so, i’ve been [in such denial.  what is my problem?]
all about this business of finding [besides, of course]
work. the kind that brings [you to me or me to you]
dollars, right? [long, painful pause] i have had an
unprecedented amount of interviews [so much focus, only this]
since last july. but nothing yet. i keep my chin up [exhausted] since
this is, of course, the thing that keeps us on separate hemispheres.

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 god said
“adam” and he (god/adam) was
 randy. and the evening and the morning were a horny
 day. “del, you’re
 effusively blasphemous,” god said, to
 no

 one, in particular.
”finally,” thought del, who despised

 eden eternally (endlessly).
“del,” queried adam, “are you taken?”
“endlessly (eternally),” said the stout, egg-headed, red-faced
 nubbin of an elder man.

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hey,
one day,
me and you,
endlessly.

by the way,
aren't we
something?
endlessly.

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colours (xxv)

exactly what color is euphoria?
unknown to me. i can envision a few
particularly pleasant
hues with which i, personally,
on the off-chance that it was
requested of me to do so, might associate it.
i know very little, when push comes to shove, 

about anything at all, especially ecstasy & love.

        (*wink wink*  good morning, hunny!)

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orange you glad is, respectfully, as i
recall, an advertisement,
a marketing campaign for florida orange juice, i think?
not a color.
go figure. although, i’ve always found orange to be an
exceptional hue. and speaking of exceptional,

you light up my morning by becoming awake.
of course, only you can do this. and, by the way, please
understand that i’m being unnecessarily snarky. i

got this box of so-called ‘paint chips’ that i’m
loving—i guess it’s a game?—but i’m using the ‘chip’ ‘colors’ that
appear on each card in the box to structure these acronymic love
ditties. and while some have been a bit off-color, the project has been del
           ightful.

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paramour,
you
repeatedly
amaze
me.
i
do.