Gardenias and Toothpicks

A smile, an encounter, an open mind

the smell of gardenia, made to order

Six two, are you? Internal joke

Sharp mind, soft hands, touch of heavens

Keep talking, you’re interesting, shed those layers

Can I see you practice? Can I come to dinner; Can I serve your tea?

Type A’s, two of us, across the table

Made to order, supermarket, catalog

The full moon’s made you into a wolf

and I want to be ravaged

but will settle for a hug

What is that you’re wearing? Gardenia? I’ll carry the smell in my car.

Can’t hide my excitement. Can I see you? We have plenty of time.

You talk, I listen and suddenly I’m high.

Catalog, made to order.. it was you, and so it was?


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