too kind ?

" you are too kind ... professor.." .... she says ... I look around...? doctor? lawyer ? beggar man thief? poet? chair man of the chiaroscuro ? of her body ? its laminated white black blue blue as her nerve?

I am not kind enough....

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in the kindergarten
in the kinder garden of your lips
lush as any lake
you were kind to this fellow feeling along the long back of your shore
a shire I stopped to play in a while
as though any other medium had hands along your thighs
no one ever as our lips
over these hush a brush lips
taking chances throwing providence its way
of making sounds
doing the rounds the doctor
rounds anointing your feet your breasts
all over my mouth

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I wont forget the garden of your feet
and any other telephone call
mussed bydesire wings
alongs mouths
that tied
our
clandestine napes



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