love poem

here's a poem about love:

once, i told someone, "i want to wear your desire"

and she treasured it, puzzled over it, thrilled,

and talked about it with all her friends,

it was the tension of our flirtation, the

poem that launched a thousand hopes

and poems, talks on the threshold,

imaginary kisses, masturbations,

gushing together later about

about these imaginations,

letters, lessers,

phone calls,

boyfriends,

friends,

emails,

texts,

etc.

but it was just a typo.