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I imagine you here,
cupping my breasts
i n s l o w h a n d s,
eyeing them gingerly
as when a boy
plucks his neighbour’s melons.
Th..
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I'm like one of the psychedelic tubes
of play dough
oozing
through the holes in a grid
whenever he forces down the handle
of his press,
before h..
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trapped in a man's ulterior motives
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You no longer think of me,
as you grow more comfortable
with the smile you put on in conversations,
saying I love you in all the appropriate places..
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In all the world
I’ve never known
a sweeter touch than this:
the hot press of
my lover’s lips
and mine locked in a kiss.
T..
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I erase the pain
I wrote on the page,
So no one will know.
I stifle the outbursts
Of sadness and rage,
So nothing will show.
I drink bac..
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I am the raven,
a silent black space
behind a knot
in a tree,
the deep, hollow breath
of thick shadows
that whisper secrets
to the night.
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I should have seen the end of this,
Before I played my part.
I would have turned away the kiss
That took my heart.
I should have weighed more ..
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Rummaging through the rubble,
slivered pieces that fell
when he said goodbye,
he looks for something salvageable
to hide in his wallet.
Per..
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