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I don't sleep.The floors rise upand touch my face.I revolve quickly.I am a rolling, red ball.My body is raw and pricklyBeneath its wet blanket of skin..
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I am at the balcony of my eyelashes,where the lightning flashes brightest.Where the sun creeps in withnarrow fingers andclaws at my eyes.I have devour..
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I wrote these all one day--each one at different times. One morning, I saw three bluebirds playing in a tree, and bluebirds, to me, symbolize luck.
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I cast my sidelong glances
praying I wont see you
seeing me.
Praying you won't
[be] tearing out my heart
When I look again.
Hoping that smile
..
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Your shadow kisses mine:
Two young lovers on a bench
flanked by the sun.
Early morning sleep still
in the corners of his eyes,
her nose-tip red..
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We sleep
We live
We make love
We laugh--
become one.
We hold
We touch
We kiss
We push and pull.
We write and draw
and sing
for all the..
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I peer out
from my viewfinder
waiting for that footfall.
Perhaps to capture that long legs
mid-stride, a leaf falling,
a red sunset.
It is my ..
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My lover is a beautiful
statue;
His body is carved, white
marble and
his hair is a soft
thatch in which I hide.
My lover is a warm weight,
A ..
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This piece originally had no title. However, there was a sketch of a ribbon on the page to its left, so I titled it after the sketch. Original, yes? :..
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I would touch you to but take it all away. If only for a brief moment where you felt FREE. Free of anger or sadness--of despair. I would hold it withi..
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