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Our life's a stage, a comedy: either learn to play and take it lightly, or bear its troubles patiently. A person is born with desires of the eyes and ears, and a liking for beautiful sights and sounds. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to immorality and lack of restriction, and any ritual principles and propriety will be abandoned. What I dislike least in my former self are the moments of prayer. Kite --- The morning after the first night we made love, the note on your pillow said, "Good morning sparkle boy. I'll be back around noon, you, make yourself at home." And so I did, maybe. I'm saying maybe, I put on your slippers. Which were as comfortable as bunnies, because they were bunnies. And then shuffled across my new favorite hard wood floor to the bathroom where maybe, I took a bubble bath. Which is not something I could do at my place because frankly my tub is way to skanky to ever sit my bare ass down it. And then maybe, I got so caught up in the romance of the suds I started quoting old Latin poetry from my college days like, "Fulsere quondam tibi candidi dies." You know, uh, verily the gods do favor me this morning mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥! And then maybe, I played with myself. But it's not what you're thinking! I'm saying possibly, I just sorta stuck my hand up from the water for some reason and started going like, you know like, uh, "somebody got laid last night, hahaha. You. You! YOU!" You know or whatever. And then maybe, I started playing with myself and it's exactly what you're thinking. But if I did, it was only to put the mental motion picture of our naked night together on replay, and replay, and replay. So touching myself was just like TiVo in a way. And yes, I wass still wet when I borrowed your bathrobe. And yes, I scared the birds away from your balcony with my antics dancing full blast to your old Prince CD's. But please, let's keep that my little secret because nothing is as private as a solitary dance. Unless maybe, it's standing in front of a full length mirror in a borrowed pair of bunny slippers, slippin' off a bathrobe and then wishing to a light bulb that my name or my game or my whatever were bigger. Wondering what kind of woman wants this skinny kid for a warrior. And so I made for you a kite, enormous. Out of coat hangers, brown paper bags, and the masking tape from that drawer in your kitchen. And I hung it, in the hallway where you couldn't hardly miss it. And I tagged that kite with my words. I wrote, "Just so you know, my weird mind wonders and my brave heart breaks. I've nailed some milestones, but I make mistakes. 'Cause I got more faults than a map of California earthquaks. I am taking a nap beneath your covers. Wake me if you like me, wake me if you want me, wake me if you need another poem. Your once and future lover, has made himself at home.

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