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Miniscule Malevolence....old poems filling meager demand

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june 16 01

pincushion heart jabbed with each second
your voice is away your body is silent
soft palm wondering where those warm rough caresses have gone
fingers lost without a maze of hair to wander through
eyes searching the bedspread folds for a back to lean on
ever tuning in to the frequency of your voice finding only static
neck yearning for the brush of your lips
the ghost of a lazy lingering tongue
your arms that hold me keep me safe protect me comfort me reach for me
my arms reaching out to wrap themselves around your safe solid form
finding a comfortless comforter, useless in the oven of summer
without the heat of your body

tongue unsatiated unsatisfied with the textures of candy rice carrots
protesting the absence of the spice of skin sweat sex
and the gaze that calms my heart
the hands that quicken my pulse
the lips that absorb my sorrows and joys

my eyes give themselves a bath and then i can go on breathing.

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june something 01

it breaks my heart when i talk to you
on the phone or in type
it all serves to remind me
you’re not here
makin me smile
cookin me pisghetti
kissin the small of my back
makin me shiver
i think of taking up an evil habit
like cigarettes or peyote
to dispel insoluble thoughts
of warm breath sweet snores midnight mumbles
that keep rattling my gates
for another ride
down memory lane

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