Archive for July 18, 2011

I trust your lust

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Your hand is a curious stranger on my skin

This teasing finger

is  making a perfect circle on my back

You write your name under my neck

I feel your breath and close my eyes in trust

that you will gently share your lust

Your hands are warm and turn me over

For a moment then you linger

And without fear I let you in

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entry for jingle potluck week 48 \”passionate\”

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A Heaven For Poems

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The orphan poem plays alone

while all the other poems run

as no one looks about her twice

Nobody thinks that she is nice

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A  lonely poem with no home

wonders where to spend the night

But it is not down at all

As there is some hope after all

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The hobo poem and the child

They go  together hand in hand

They don’t look back to this cruel place

where ugly poems are disgrace

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There is a heaven for unloved poems

where it doesn’t mean if they rhyme or not

where they don’t have to have a flow

This is what all unwanted poems know

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The most lonely place

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So much alone  can one only be

in the mind for there is no one else

No other soul to keep one company

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Where can one hide for all to see

In thoughts alone we find our hells

So much alone  can one  only be

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In the mind where there’s only me

The only one whose voice there yells

No other soul to keep one company

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No, in the mind we are not free

As there the soul is and it dwells

So much alone can one only be

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To find the language back he gave to me

Regaining taste,  the sounds, and how all smells

And find a soul to keep me company

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I am better off there where is he

And  freed from all those nasty spells

So much alone can one only be

Without  a soul to keep one company

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