i play jazz records
when i want to touch
your dark skin to make you think
i’m cultured—
i want you to think
of a highball glass of brandy
when you say my name,
when i wrap you up
in my velvet jacket.
when i open up a bottle
of Merlot i want you to think
it is my breath.
i want my breath to reek
of pipe tobacco
so you and i can fall asleep
breathing each other’s breath.
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