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Fri 16 Dec, 2005 08:22 pm
Just some thoughts
It's the way you shave your face
old fashioned soap
a ticklish brush
painting with exquisite joy
onto the map of your skin
A man can not feel
with the heart of a woman
The charcoals burning evenly
inside my broken body
It's the way you laugh with your flesh
rippling the air all around you
a few back hairs
black coarse
left to grow their way
The greatest gift I have ever known
I can hurt here
I can love here
bent over the sink spitting out toothpaste
unconcerned with my worn nightshirt
It is more than I have ever known.
It is my home.
Limited Shelf Life
Horse meat
you are
slipping on your own juices
uttering syllables
no one is listening
you pretend he is listening
Poured skin
you do
apply mascara in clumps
casually oblivious
no one is mentioning
you insist he is understanding
All sisters
you see
buttering thighs in tights
sinfully delicious
no one is repenting
you think he is elavating
Little girl
you know
the pulsing behind the tissues
beautifully preposterous
no one is watching
you see he is gastrating
Dime bags
you buy
paper plates and napkins
childishly delightful
no one is tasting
you feel he is dreaming
You are much more
than this
limited shelf life
you believe in.
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