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Manuela Bennett Poem
When no. 1 came to me,
he had Hollywood written
on his forehead
and a white speedless horse,
he had moves and moods,
Armani air and hair gel,
and at times was more spiteful
than any woman I've known.
But dash it all, spit on your neck, fantastic,
I just had to say no,
no way was he the Ogre
I was waiting for.
Copyright © Manuela Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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Manuela Bennett Poem
my man
melting and kissing
this Hagar woman
I sat on his lap.
And please, let it be fast,
before my heart dries out,
for this time
you pushed it too far,
my womb is just as good,
my love is even better,
it should have been me,
damn you God, damn me.
The ground will soundly sleep
under the steps
of our empty souls.
Make me unwise:
show me the dagger
and ask me how it feels.
Copyright © Manuela Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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Manuela Bennett Poem
I begged you
let me
be my true fate
be twenty - sharp as a knife
be black on white
be air for a man
be twenty-five - the pure baby cry
be half way there - light.
And you let
and there's nothing
I wouldn't bear
for your sake
Copyright © Manuela Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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