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Baby, I am an opiate,
the slur upon your words.
Don't take me in anymore and I won't hurt.
What potent confusion usurps our senses?
Baby what addi..
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My feet could only lift me inches high,
my thoughts go beyond the trees
to hurtle where the rain began
and all my desires longed to be.
Why do..
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Last night, I realized the extent
of our separation,
once merely a partition out of modesty;
now a vast channel
comes between th..
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He has permeated my skin,
entered through the pores
and now I smell of him;
wanting, craving, nothing more.
The world spins on its a..
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I blink---an hour is lost to the rubbish bin,
resignation knocks my head askew; thoughts
bleed ink onto the carpet---pages remain unblemished.
My t..
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There was blood on the cutting board---
when I returned,
and quarters of the peach had bloomed sanguine spots
as if it had acquired measles;
thusi..
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Though I've lain beside you, I still can't hold your hand
as children are apt to do, little vines;
not knowing if I can depend on your sense of dir..
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I want my fingers impossible to disentangle from your locks,
the chestnut interspersed with ivory, you as my foilage,
shake or quiver, I won't b..
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If I had been there,
I would have slapped the seeds
out of her palm --- to scatter
as bright as marbles on the floor,
stomped on them for a good s..
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I am presenting myself, no interpretation allowed,
mystery is so self-gratifying, it dismays the crowd.
The magician pulls the rabbit out, you reali..
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