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i touch you
...your skin's a satin search
without meaning, we pick at each other's mouth
like loons in the wild
grip and grab
jeans burning betwe..
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my room is my ghetto
it is where i cut my dust
light my trees
befriend Alice in small places,
have big dreams
inside this spinning box
i cry to ..
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Because we are a people of pleasure,
eccentric with our instincts,
enlightened..
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Still attempting to form a shape, an attempt at a pyramid ... the poem and idea behind it - I love...
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Hills of broken glass and nettle
i'd climb
of tiger claws & angry eyes
i'd fight
for you & your lyrical kiss
for each lonesome hour misse..
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1. When returning from a hard day's monotone, be sure to greet each other with a smile inflected with enthusiasm, and an added kiss (with a little ton..
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Unparch this sea
of kisses, kismet,
for your being
in my motives, complex
and your presence
is like Moses
defiant to pontiffs, fleeing,
dry r..
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Under the influence of an enigma,
my presidential suites so sweet when he touches me
tho' phantom of bedroom opera's
happy endings
to Tomas o..
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Old Xmas Poem '06
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Can't remember
the last time I made love,
not the quick unarmored sex
gasping in a Friday night urgency,
tearing off clothes
with tiger-teeth and..
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