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Still Pink The Sky
LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS
love is missing – like some
code word for forever sad
too bad addiction takes many
love is giving – i to you too
me and how we burst
sun-like running blinded
through golden fields
we fall, elated, laughing
come closer, silly, she says
grabbing his butt as he lays
her, kissing where
are we?
yes. he says it all serious, tears
coming from his eye love you
too, she squeaks out from
under his hand goes down
kissing her deeper, feeling
her depths, layers of moist
clean and long he she closes
her eyes, squeezing him tight
TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love
Be Pink The Sky Now
there is one star left
centered above the giant wonkey pine
it flickers like the furnace just coming
on rattling sounds paper walls
i doze again and it is almost gone
so good were the stars this night
i tried to stay awake watching long
long enough to see one shoot or fall
touching the tip of the pointed branch
maybe it will rim the curve, no
now its as if in the middle of a glass
almost gone, drank, headache holiday parties
imagine it blind, i cry, don’t leave
stay hanging in The Sky for
ever lasting light and tiny pricks
all the connection and how it feels
losing our senses, gaining a new
like nothing we have ever known
type of touch that could never be
before love before loss be
pink the sky now
I. II. III.
I.
One sits, a replica of the first,,,
in that alamo looking church by Da Vinci’s
hands love, you know, do the have not eyes?
and yours. yours think it is funny, wipe our feet before –
– before me, explaining as you laugh, in our square how you
reentering your wife. A zamboni, like heating the ice
queen of the something merlot, did you?
II.
i don’t feel good
my tummy hurts
like it has been sick
for too long eating up
my insides, squeezing my chest
just do it i said, thoughts in my head
a wave of emotion like energy
runs shivers of desire thru
my body screams
all the way around
through my back eye
feel you and wonder
cry, as you know, i
do when you put your
hand to my
cry, just as i do
you, know too
what do you want to do?
crawl
to you, like a cat likes her belly rub
III.
the fullest moon its
light edges glass and crystal
reflections of want and ennui
distance
criss-crossing shadows balance
the trampoline – want, i do
the third engine rumbles down the back road – only one used its sirens
blaring in the cold of his moon. rain scrubbed the thoughts
of the fires, cleaned the sky, the air and the green sparkle like a forgotten eden. i love you, too, she said. That is all, the magic, the secret, i need
sometimes in these hurricanes, you can’t believe it, where they would come from and how you can’t remember it ever being the same. i want, i do, i want
how much more adhemently must we say? yes, it does, it aches and cries
aches and cries
WANT /too
In the field one sits
long hard tall, balanced
my soft pink sweater w
holes for finding gophers
men, you, who
wins? it was never about
until now reach inside
a suitcase varietal
my under where
he sits and waits along
lines of unpassionate love
do it, touch me there, eye
ask not what you can
do me like that, confident
hard tall feeling, a glass
between the rows
twirling elegantly
between my fingers
TOO RUB YOUR
RUB YOUR PENIS
Butt first, i smile up
Along the inside of your legs
Rub, rubbing. you write to me
You want, too, butt
Sheaks lifting slightly
two different things
Double talk
I wonder, two different men
Pulling apart around the
Center, you exhale, desiring
Not yet, i play more watching it
Grow, lick just along
the line getting longer
Base to eye, want too
Sling my legs over the top of
you now
And move just write, i never
Did rub, butt you wrote
It
WHY
Will you pose for me as
Eye you i will too
Sketch your wretched old
Penis shriveled in afterglow
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