Love Song
by Damon McLaughlin
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After sweet potato and chick pea curry
over coconut jasmine rice
a bath with pine scented candles
Miles’ “Stella by Starlight”
after a foot massage tunes my fingertips
and each high arch is read like a hymnal
and a small choir is singing
after my palms are two warm stones in the pool
of your back above the buttocks
and the flat knot under your left scapula
slides away a rough and tarnished token
after I remove the red loop from your hair
and your hair cascades into me as if I am the sea
and you this burgeoning delta
after the boy falls asleep and the girl interrupts
with her visions and claims
she must be tucked into an egg so to stretch like a moonbird
after the door clicks shut
like a tiny locket
you go where you go with your iPhone
I go where I go with my Merlot
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