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i understand;
how frustrating
accomodating
a million 'i love you's'
for every love blasphemy.
it's hard to love somebody
who blesses you
for vi..
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inspired by carol ann duffy's delilah poem. some truths are just universal.
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the full moon entered our memory's tomb
shone against your childhood etchings
with sleepsore eyes i found your bed.
the dirt stung and tore at my f..
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remember how i stroked the bee that hovered
over the bones of your wrists, and felt your strength
in that ink and epidermal kiss?
and how you stung..
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how does it feel to hold somebody small? i think
that you know.
you're a locket-clasp around
my less than perfect image.
man/boy
art always broug..
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happy, happy
birthday.
a year ago today.
i buried my head beneath
a stranger's wings.
tobacco stream.
and through peripherals;
milk and wheat.
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Wind, wind the window blind
so the night can't peek in.
Rest upon my canvas
like you rest upon my mattress.
Then in a dim, August dawn
I lay hu..
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october twelfth,
that stole our souls
or at least took mine
away from me.
i must admit that beauty
was a sometime-sight to be seen.
as i ponder ..
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i went to bed with wet hair.
scant few inches, curling,
dripping.
but i waited,
upon your insistence
that i would get ill.
that i would get cold..
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that night,
in our makeshift beds,
rain snuck in,
over our restless heads.
slid through the openings,
curling around our lungs like snakes
and t..
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