Tag: love
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Skinflavour and wantsmell
She curtsies, not curtly Lot’s wife lookback, confirms that I’m observing The upward lurch of her shortest skirt, one deserving’s dessert. The muck-wit church of the blurted affection Determined me their prelate and rant selector. The unrisen dough of my unpresenting gift Fails to sustain me. Another secondhand gift For the woman whose eligible digit…
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Love’s capacity to shampoo
A virtuous hurt All searching verbs fail to infer the fervency Of my lust; the Argosy housing all the art you see Lost in some distant and more barbarous sea Some nameless screeder Cried greedily for someone better than me. Eating seeds, that I should accede to a cedar’s form when deceased Let the tightly…
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And now the players
Rainstorms Lear’s spittle-marooning litany drew near Her cakefrosting regard sweetened to searing. Slumping pain deforms love’s generous assumptions. My rear guard the lash-latticed ladder of my so-addled backbones; Deft-stepped orgasm climbs it like a Dibnah in his prime.
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The Lovers
Night’s unsightly nail Picked away the scab of day Cold starfire the only light Styrofoam white moating your cidery irises I was inside you, tasted the dew of your White Lightning Empty cans strewn around the loud bag where we colluded Every sound unionised in pleasant fusion, we bled orgasm profusely. I thought of deep…
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Accent
When she spoke, it was with an implacable accent Neither French nor Irish A brute chimera festooned with the worst of both All rolled Rs and missing Hs. I’m reaching those ‘missed the boat’ sort of ages, And I wondered, in fact I hoped, that if you wouldn’t accompany me to dinner You would at…
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