Poetry

me up at does like e. e. cummings

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 POETRY


 

We wake up slow

and I put on one of the bathrobes

in the closet.

You want to make coffee and huevos rancheros.

The dogs are waiting at the door.

In the night when we made love

I told you I wanted to buy you a silk robe.

It made you cry.

I was thinking of first love.

You were, too — but not of me.



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