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A Poem: Five Ways to Love Thee 


Tucked in the wainscoting,

hidden from view, I clap my hind legs

and chirrup your name.


Disguised as a breeze,

I ride the sunlight to your bedroom

and dance on your breast.


Later, when your eyelids

tremble, I slip my wire skins

and plug into your dreams.


Silently I join

the grackles on the telephone line

and watch you undress.


Hey! Down here! Hopping

to the furry whorl, it's me!

The little black flea!

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  • A poem by Vernon Benjamin


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