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Lovers
your
your
your
panties
panties
panties
I
don’t
remember
the
colors
red,
white,
black
,
yellow,
blue
they
were
your
panties
something
you
owned,
you
wore
against
your
skin
silk,
rayon,
cotton,
flannel,
leather
I
thought
about
them,
then
I
thought
about
you
they
were
like
semaphore
flags
you
ran
up
to
warn
me
They
said
things
like,
“I’m
in
distress,
in
heat,
in
position,
in
view.”
I
pulled
out
my
telescope,
I
rushed
to
your
needs.
On
your
pounding
waves
I
came
You
ebbed,
I
flowed
Our
oceans
swelled
with
animal
salt
We
wallowed
in
a
lover’s
surf
your
your
your
panties
panties
panties
By
Paul
Strohm