five reasons

i.

there is
 a canvas bag with
yellow words

in it, black leathers with

extra buckles - i crawl in

and out, rub myself

in your musk - drinking

yellow

ii.

the bed

is red paisley, i antique

white,  the window

holds all texture (burnt

oranges on blue silks) a

mahogany table

engraves

the day in mono

iii.

there are

licorice strings tied to my boots,

stones to my neck -

the thatched hut we dwell

in loves linen light

i love cashmere skin -

comets attached

to notes

undressed

iv.

my gloving

has ears and the

housing i carry prefers

doors that open

outward onto mosaic

rivers with a floating

language and a buttoned down

bodice

v.

all reason

is held in a single shoe and a number

three - divided by

itself - the you

the me and a place name

leaning left across the bookshelf

of morning math

 times

two expressed

Pardon Me's

bkmackenzie

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