Strawberry Lover

From candy cardboard boxes
Someplace, Arizona came this scent--
this strawberry-ooze-sweet
washing out my cigarettes.
Beneath the grit of the postman's


I imagine your kisses taste that way.
You become the puff pink
wrapping, the click tick snap of
packing paper tissues around
bargain bin DVDs.
These were all my favorites but I


to be unwrapping you here instead.
Why do you send me incense and chocolate
cards, substition hearts in shades
of gradeschool valentine pink?
It's hard to be lovers when all I can love are