you punched my clock
with such precision
I couldn't help
but notice the time.
I want every word
to resonate
to punctuate
my breath
my pulse.
I want every sound
that trickles
from your lips
to echo
in the back of my throat.
I want the perfect poem.
I want you.

Paul David Mena
26 January, 1997
Cambridge, MA

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