to the wiry haired blonde that I spotted down the street rummaging my trash

Portland OR

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You looked so golden in the light of the moon as you munched on the remains of my Tuesday lunch. The trail of plastic wrap that led me to you, enveloped my heart like the thousand thread count of Egyptian cotton sheets. When I approach you with my tender touch, so flat you lay like a flapjack on free pancake day. Your sweet squeals when I rubbed your tum tum synced to the rhythm of wild hogs that roam free. Oh sweet golden syrup of my breakfast dreams, I hope we meet again on the lot of this wretched street!