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Beloved,in what other lives or landshave I known your lips, your handsyour laughter brave, irreverent.Those sweet excesses that I do adore.What surety is therethat we will meet again,on other worldssome future time undated.I defy my body’s haste.Without the promiseof one…
When I was young, I used toWatch behind the curtainsAs men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.Young men sharp as mustard.See them. Men are alwaysGoing somewhere.They knew I was there. FifteenYears old and starving for them.Under…
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizebut when I start to tell them,they think I’m telling lies.I say,it’s in the reach of my arms,the span of my hips,the stride of…
In every town and village,In every city square,In crowded placesI searched the facesHoping to find Someone to care. I read mysterious meaningsIn the distant stars,Then I went to schoolroomsAnd poolroomsAnd half-lighted cocktail bars.Braving dangers,Going with strangers,I don’t even remember their…
Your hands easy weight,teasing the bees hived in my hair,your smile at the slope of my cheek.On the occasion, you press above me,glowing, spouting readiness,mystery rapes my reason. When you have withdrawnyour self and the magic,when only the smell of…
Funky bluesKeen toed shoesHigh water pantsSaddy night danceRed soda waterand anybody’s daughter
Is it true the ribs can tellThe kick of a beast from aLover’s fist? The bruisedBones recorded wellThe sudden shock, theHard impact. Then swollen lids,Sorry eyes, spoke notOf lost romance, but hurt. Hate often is confused. ItsLimits are in zones…
The kitchen is its readinesswhite green and orange thingsleak their blood selves in the soup. Ritual sacrifice that snapsan odor at my nose and startsmy tongue to marchslipping in the liquid of its drip. The day, silver stripedin rain, is…
Ain’t nobody better’n my Daddy,you keep yo’ quauter,I ain’t yo’ daughter,Ain’t nobody better’n my Daddy. Ain’t nothing prettier’n my dollie,heard what I said,don’t pat her head,Ain’t nothing prettier’n my dollie. No lady cookinger than my Mommy,smell that pie,see I don’t…
How often must webutt to headMind to assflank to nutscock to elbowhip to toesoul to shoulderconfront ourselvesin our past.