Brief Encounters With Magnetic Poetry

BRIEF ENCOUNTERS WITH MAGNETIC POETRY
by Matthew Sanborn Smith
(With thanks to John Aitken and his refrigerator)


Shake the drool from them peaches

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The wind in me hair
the smell of the sea spray
and two sweaty men under me arms
Arrrrrrrr!

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She's hot like some sweaty Panamanian dress

(I know what you're saying. You're saying, where the hell did he come up with the word Panamanian from a box of Magnetic Poetry? I did it thusly:
I turned a letter "d" upside down for the "P". Then I used the following tiles in order: "an", "a", "man" "I", and "an" again. So there.)

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The summer sky roars and drips a wicked cocktail into my mouth by the cheek-full

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Her heart murmurs love
like some café beat poet
that bleeds coffee
but the brilliant words
stagger in her mouth
every time she drinks in
his caramel eyes

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Come woman
throbbing young sister
speak of vast eternity in your kiss
porcelain angel
warm streams of liquid desire
delicious fever
velvet embrace
wild blush
and breezy perfume breath