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this poem is about a man about to become a father, the labor starts at about sunset and continues thruout the night
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I.i lust after mountains, the curtained waterfalls and treesthe rolling grass, after the milk from the sore udders of brown-speckled cows,thick corn-r..
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in this poem - a nomadic man shows everyone he is ready for marriage - and woos his girl with a gift of an adventurous and interesting life - swears t..
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a grey-eyed longingtucks me in every morningfrayed, corners bittenon jagged sleep, at nightmy mind, a row of razor teeth,nipping at your face,a low-li..
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rubenesque you,dense and heavy,on my heart's palm,with a strong sheena pungent scentyou make me burnyou paint my skin,the same color,as your eyes,dawn..
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it moves me,this temporary roomthe rootlessness of us,this nameless loveto near madnessa pointed question,shamelessly drawnon my ragged faceasking you..
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a boy with his book of naked pictures,learns about his body, what it does to him,he pleases himself, but there is somethinghollow with the act until h..
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that moment, when you thinkenough is enough, you let it passacross the room to the windowyou are offered, silence,you hold on to it, like a childholds..
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silver-grey locks, hawk-faceda horseshoe grin, totem-pole body, an ancient coin in the dunes of reverie, this year, you will worship, naked,under the ..
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ghost moon, a starlight apparition,moss-eaten face of a howl,black birds sweepa shattered flight,before a clump of ficus treesi am writing your epitap..
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