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He tides me,
Like the moon stirs the seas-
Pulling me in, pushing me
Out,
Burying my feet in the sand
As if to say-
"I don't want you to go,
I don't want you to stay"
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Say good morning to the cold bathroom floor-
mouthwash tastes like a reused mojito
vomit erupting from a molten core-
in the sink, fermented blood starts to show
from sacrament taken on Thursday night,
my last supper. Judas, feel what I feel-
whiskey nailed to a cross, my final fight.
No more beer or tonics will make me kneel
genuflected for a porcelain god-
today I will rise steady on two feet,
not carried by a bouncer as he plods
to a dented cab in a smoky side street
My dear friend, you dined silent at my side,
But under your thorns I cannot hide
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G- giving?
O- only
D- deceiving
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Love, the noon time sun-
You'd melt the wax off my
Arms, soaring
Before I could fly within reach
Of your great heights
Revision One: Round Poem Revision
(I need ideas to make this into a round poem)
Before I could fly within reach
Of your great heights.
Love, the noon time sun,
You'd melt the wax off my
Arms, soaring-
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"Have you ever seen a rainbow?"
through a rain-soaked window pane,
cathedral for my rosary
Can you believe in Him?
no more than I believe in myself
What of the Son?
I am mother to no man
The Holy Spirit?
little more than vapor
Would you join your Sisters?
my only habit is deceit
What of heaven?
the cold does little for my lungs
Would you wait between?
my soul is promised to an angel named Death
Will you burn eternal then?
I savor the ash
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Clip a bird's wings at birth
so she may never feel
the deprivation of stolen freedom,
never a sitting bystander to the open
air, her song never leaving the nest
from her body, trapped
Eternal
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I feel the chill of the Birth Month
that kills the season of the drop top meanders in firefly fields,
rhythmic beating of bugs against flesh,
soaking golds and sparkling reds
a richer filter, an exquisite endlessness that terrifies in the permafrost,
but stirs a chorus in the vibrato of the cicadas,
a crescendo rustling through the cattails that arc over
the banks, like a dome in this sphere of the unkempt and the sacred,
the spontaneity we choreograph-
is this forever,
or is it finally September?
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"I have spent a lifetime separating,"
like the spaces between his fingers,
or the breaths between our lips-
his taut,
like pulling back a rubber-band that snaps on mine
and hangs loose
or the riverbed of crimson sheets
between our lying figures-
turned away from our closed hearts
and open eyes
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he makes me offerings,
little strings of his face he places on my knee,
a line of black ink
in a bowl of milk
one day I slid
my lover's beard barb across his cheek-
watching him squirm and giggle made me giggle too,
for he could not fathom the ecstasy of a hundred on my neck,
or a thousand between my legs
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