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Avacado, Amoretto

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Avacado, Amoretto

Silently bathed in avocado,          
you soaked in the fragrance of a blanket
At midday, crunched your teeth   
into something sweet and yellow,
no flower still no pretty petal;      
I’ll make our evening coffee, I’ll make amoretto. 

Why is it you liked amaretto             
so much? As if the melted avocados 
weren’t enough, to stare at petals       
in the dark, stained blanket                
etherized beneath a star shine yellow
Stare, as I stare at the white crevice: your teeth 

that are your smile, your teeth
that become stained with the last sip of amaretto,
stained with our silence and the color yellow.
Like the silver knife who’s blade slips through the avocado,
and I wish for more minutes in a day to sit on this blanket
And more staples in this life to puncture the heart of a petal

Its mushy translucence conveys innocence, oh petal!
How I’d much like to forget and sink, or clap, my teeth
in rage but here upon this blanket
exists no rage. Here is where we sip our amaretto
And can think of nothing but the next bite of avocado
When, failing words, failing thought, a yellow

taxicab honks distantly, barely distinguishable from the yellow
buzzing bee in my hair. Swiftly landing on a nearby petal
whose delicate arms, the juice of the avocado
gently outpours from gaps between our teeth,
lover.  Lover of the sky, lover of chocolate, and amaretto.
Lover asleep on cushioned soul of the yellow blanket

baked in brilliance from the sun, yellow blanket 
under our footsteps, under our yellow 
bodies painted in the sensuous scents of amaretto
with gum like innocence floating over any petal.
Don’t get me started that I need to brush my teeth 
When yours are green with Avocado

and leaf, like the print on the blanket, yellow like yonder petal
whose strong scent reaches the taste of my teeth, stained coffee yellow
from the over-indulgence, avocado, amaretto.

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