April 2011
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floral hearts
Let the stars fall down like curtains, blanketing my innocence from what the world has to offer a boy, with a handful of possibilities Curious, my hand sought out to him He let me dream, as the sun laid to rest, my head would rise and fall to each breath he took As he fell asleep, I took this time to count the numbers of his long eye lashes and kept to memory the warmth of being enveloped in...
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The Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me,...
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"I only want her body"
What if I only wanted her for her body? What if I only wanted to greet her in the morning with my lips and tell her good night the same way? What if I only wanted wanted to hold her hand as tightly as possible, have her grip in my own and wrap her in my arms. Touch her every corner and curve and tease her until she touched me back. What if I only wanted her eyes to pierce deeply into my soul and...
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The Day Flies Off Without Me
(Poem #1960) The Day Flies Off Without Me
The planes bound for all points everywhere
etch lines on my office window. From the top floor
London recedes in all directions, and beyond:
the world with its teeming hearts.
I am still, you move, I am a point of reference on a map;
I am at zero meridian as you consume the longitudes.
The pact we made to read our farewells exactly
at two in the...
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