September 21, 2009
Her breath stirring expectant leaves that
whisper sweetly under warm
hymns of the cicadas
Building higher and more majestic her
voluptuous cumulus rises in a shuddering sigh
her face growing dusky with growing ardor
her ragged gasps ringing hot against my cheek
Thunderclap of her climax and silver rain laughing down
on this withered land, quenching my parched lips.
I turn my face to [...]
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September 18, 2009
Dwelling in your high lonely house, can
you see me waving, waiting beneath your window?
Through the walls of your stout fortress,
can you hear me hailing you from the garden?
Who has imprisoned you? And whom do you
say has imprisoned you?
For the power and consent is in the saying of it!
The roses weep dewdrops for you.
The grass begs [...]
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