Fire Engine Kisses

He showed me once
:alive fire engines:

They don’t live.

:they do:
How so, my love…?

:in alive fire engine world:

Of course.
:and they have kisses:

Alive fire engine kisses?

:yes, like this:

!open mouth, smiling
with teeth!

:alive fire engine kisses:
Still filled with love…

March ’05


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