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They are light, their souls, yours among them. And women who seduce you should understand that, and use their bodies carefully, so that you are unharmed by the night that is filled with them. The beautiful youth who would turn their flower as if you wer
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The plentiful world was balanced on my bare shoulders, the torch of daylight playing there. We were like goddesses of snow, of childbirth, household fires perpetually burning with lust, crying aloud with your beautiful thighs held in close between my thig
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Take a flying leap?Mother would never agreeSo away from the campground we sneakTo show the boy where I was a boySummer day shirtless with swimsuits onOne hundred degrees walking through the treesThe season early with winter runoffWater here still seventy feet deepHoping the…
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Passing over or under the ever eternal red thunder, with its white and blue lightning striking out of the giant face of thunderheads, sometimes lighting up from inside like an enormous bruise. You caressed me around the ribs (around the hips, the delta)
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Go ahead, boy, pout like a fool.
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I wanted to watch, for as long as I could, until my innocence, like balloons, disappeared from view.
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One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
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The earth's shadow on the moon is poetic, a sigh between sentences, using a definition rather than the word. It's waking in the middle of the night to the sound of thunder and rain tapping on the gutters on the roof…outside an open window. Existing…
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Females exuding from the genitals, giving life meaning, shape, cleanness of line, purity of spirit. They may form man as the honey moans out its salt song, solitary, its epic shout of joy, the sweet science of the human form.
Then to give back in re
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I remember having a beer once, and feeling like a minor god. So, here's my question. Where's my ten million dollars that I was supposed to get by now? Maybe God can't find His bifocals, and that's why my check for ten million hasn't shown up yet. Maybe a stray dog in heaven…
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If the flame is licking the bottom all the time, how will you know them, the real one, I mean? Blushing, feeling acute shame as the minds circle and a million hands feel your breast, looking inward with rounded mouth. That fabulous bird under your cloth
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Check the sweet lunar springs that we are still bathing in. The swelling in the genitals there. Check to make sure we are ripe, and in season. It’s our way of being willing, strong under the sweet icy waters, with that fertility that is derived from you
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There’s an account of roasting inward, holding myself like a rock inflamed, my inward joy rotting my veins. How was I supposed to go on loving anything after you? Like a pigeon hated at home, awaiting your passionate kisses? Knowing how your classical k
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