Variations on an old drinking game’s all-new variant.
never ever did I
never ever did I write a poem about you
when I saw you last
you were in your summer colours then
off to the far north
away from the recession kiln
and to the sweet care
of a cool summer breeze
never ever did I keep you in my mind
for days on end
in a ragged sleepless night
and in a calm autumn after-noon
a lollipop gone rogue
its stick lost
in a dance that should've lasted too long
never ever did I caress your face
lightly with my note-hard finger-tips
kiss your eyes into blushing
kiss your cheeks into burning
kiss your lips
in a little day-dream
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