LOVE POEM

in poker, & in pooing,
2 flushes clear everything up.
but in love, and in ·
wooing · your blush
& my blush seem
to just · be · truly confusing things
I want to pluck yours from your cheek,
& keep it always on me,
perhaps as a sort of rash,
to unclasp my palm
& see thee in me, as in in a mirror,
& be abashed
admiring thee.
our blushes are fire in Borges' library.
I pray for an angel to put it out
& a minor one is sent but
he is killed & et by a dust mite.
I play myself. the dust mite plays itself.
the angel is played by Sean Connery who
has difficulty w/ the line
"she sells sea shells
to Slobodan Milosovich."
I drag kids into a burning house
to impress you. mm? my twist.
the angel plays you.