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Kenny Salad
jenakajoffer

I don’t know if your hair smells like grass
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or if your kiss tastes like lemons,
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but you’re all vine, crawling your way up my leg
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silky neck, disheveled shirt
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your voice knocking between my lobes
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at four in the morning.
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my tongue curls when your smile begins
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and I want to lick your teeth from one side
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to the other, make your heart wilt
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sink my fingers into your flesh and toss you
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sun on your back.
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is cheese too expensive for this poem?
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'cuz I could crawl in the hollow of your arms,
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squeeze you to a pulp and watch bees
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burst from your chest as I ladle you with honey
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but, is it too early for dessert?
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love is so much harder now,
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fragile, like old seeds beneath the ground
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aching to be watered
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yearning, but with so much more to lose.
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is it too soon to call you baby?
 21
I know what I like
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and I’m bad at taking it slow,
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will you forgive me if I use the wrong fork?
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10 Jun 18

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visceral poem
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what extraordinary taste buds you  have grass and lemon
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thanks, i do have extraordinary tastes.  have you ever had a kenny salad?  
me either, but I think it's going to be delicious. :)
 — jenakajoffer

You make everything sound delicious Jenny :)
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will there be croutons
what about figs
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