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Each kiss a heart-quake — for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckon’d by its length.
09 Tuesday Feb 2016
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Each kiss a heart-quake — for a kiss’s strength,
I think, it must be reckon’d by its length.
07 Sunday Feb 2016
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It is one thing to be possessed by a poet’s poem, it’s another thing entirely to be the poem that possesses the poet.
07 Sunday Feb 2016
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Pas dans les yeux!
Not in the eyes!
05 Friday Feb 2016
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If you were dying within three months,
who would you secretly want to seeand why?
“It will be all the people who’ve been waiting for me all this time, the patient ones, the ones I’ll finally get to see again. And I tell you this, when it’s your turn, I’ll be one of the patient ones waiting for you.” — quote unquote
05 Friday Feb 2016
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I’ve often lost myself —
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake.
05 Friday Feb 2016
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To see you naked is to recall the Earth.
05 Friday Feb 2016
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But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
01 Monday Feb 2016
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Crepe myrtle!
Isn’t there someone out
there who’ll give themselves
up to me
to be ruined?
20 Wednesday Jan 2016
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I always wonder what others see when, walking on the street, strangers glance up and quickly look away. That has always been a curiosity.
18 Monday Jan 2016
The tiles were so cold — You wanted torment,
like how god-dogs do it. Your muscles clenched
under your jeans. You’ve walked around, hellbent
that none of your friends would notice the drenched
little patch, the buzz of your discipline
implemented deep between your cheeks. You
peel down your jeans like you peel skin
down bone, down muscle. At each corkscrew
twist lick squeeze the silicon hammer’s head
spreads you wider. We two lay on the floor
of your mom’s bathroom — The acid hitting
just then. “Yeah, leck it. Me clit is blood-red.
Me arse — O! ahm a god! ahm a doog! Mooar!”
Torment, you had called it. Your toes, curling.