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New MorningI can hear you.
touch you see you taste you;
my love as textured paper and convictions from
1978, they were sleeping, I am sleeping, sorority with you,
solely is monogamous,
sly is wondering
or living in a world of television and delirium.
You've touched me with lighted fingertips
I ponder salt water, curving flesh and softness
of hair, do I dream
of you will I wish
for the moon and the essence of you
is the earth
an imaginary deception
pirouettes and bows with ruffles and white shirts,
dresses of an operatic society,
should your lips be as soft,
a deep scarlet like under black of your fingernails,
a hint of amethyst,
a sip of wine,
a divine wondering with sparkling eyes
of the taste of purple in yearning fingertips,
Do not fade like dust and velvet
A gentle delicacy of delicate touch.
Your eyes are in me and an electricity
of sharp teeth traveling
my earlobe wit
softly across bodies
Quite far away as we all know now
oceans and seas walk softly across bodies…
Books that we read and were read
to us as children and what we recall with our wide eyes within our minds;
blatant realism that stands up to screaming and vinyl flooring…
movie effects, arguing,
spilt coffee and cracking chairs with rusted steel legs through drywall.
When yesterday you heard of a sixteen year old; they were born in ninety-one.
And you realize in the mirror or scratched surface of a burnt cd,
that you do not look even as you did last year.
You think that ninety-one should be only six or seven years ago.
You think of a movie you saw recently, it was not long ago for you
but she hadn't reached puberty yet and now she's quite developed.
And yesterday is gone to twirl in the wind; brown leaves on a golden autumn day,
They are quite dead and only to
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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