Love words are plopping

The scariest guy in town
sits on a bus bench
beside his sweetie true.
His prison-gym forearms
coiled energy
all Pop-Eye'd and snarling
with frenzied shag
end at knotted hands
tranquill in her lap.
Driving past you can hear
love words plopping
like hash
onto metal trays
out of that
crazy-Joe
bushy beard.

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    kim

    I l-o-v-e this one.

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