75 11 9
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10322
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The touch of my wife’s skin
is like a living electric fence,
not the kind that shocks or burns you,
but makes me feel alive again.
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80711
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I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace
a line between her breasts with one, sticky
fingertip.
She
closes
deep
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117767
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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10276
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No one has ever hurt a woman who is swinging a hammer and singing.
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12331512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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8622
|
I’ve been on the other
side of the hill.
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3312
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Steaming with sap and greaseproof poly
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6753
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Plumped ivory, blushing fingertips jeweled with beach grains
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89501
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Headsets screaming with suburban boredom
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9641011
|
|
123395
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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6733
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You are now leaving Czech soil
You were there for a thousand years
That is where you met her once,
your great love, and now again
after all these years
You are now leaving Czech soil
You were there for a thousand years
Forget all your toil
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6422
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But occasionally ants can be found
crawling across the top of the sun,
causing a feeling sensation
on the bottom of the moon.
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8943
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Curses, at the beginning of time,
had no meaning. Now they do,
because you keep squeezing
the last strings of remorse
out of the human fiddle.
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