02/19/2007 (11:31 pm)
Valentine’s Day Presents
My favorite
of all Valentine’s Day gifts
ever given to me
are not sugary, silky, or even shiny.
Diamonds and jewels?
No, though they are so
beautifully bourgeoisie.
How can i tell if they are really conflict-free?
Not chocolate or cut flowers
grown on and harvested from plantations…
How could i sleep at night
knowing of all the horrible exploitations?
Or sexy red lingerie, and what i am saying
my little mutton chop,
belly flop. . .bed hop
whipped cream on top
spit swap. . .riding crop
non-stop love-taco drop
pillow prop. . .motorcycle cop
she-bop. . .skin sop
bumper crop of wild pop
sponge mop. . .
just isn’t the same
if it came
from a sweat-shop.
My love, all i want, for true
is the daily trust, love and respect from my
anti-globalisationist bébé:
YOU
(well, and all those tickles, too)
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