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CeleritasWhen man fell, he saw a constant / downward acceleration of / nine-point-eight meters per second per second
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Jan 17, 2012
Coffee KissesIt’s always been just coffee kisses, / they’re all I have left to bring. / Overflowing mugs of latte love to spill on your hands, your lips, your heart,
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Jan 16, 2012
CopperheadSometimes it’s hors d'âge / cognac / in neat round crystal,
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Jan 30, 2012
Dozing OffEyes drip beneath my brain / roll about in glassy shoes / and run before the twelfth stroke.
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Jan 16, 2012
HeadfirstWe were so young that summer. / So fresh and vivid and stupid, / rushing through our days when we should have been
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Jan 17, 2012
listenthe soft wet click of lovers’ lips parting / and the subtle crash when they reunite / the sweet silent pulse of keen eyes darting
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Jan 16, 2012
Lo, this has touched your lipsWhen burning spices mingle with the prayer / of heavenly voices, holy scents arise, / and toward the East are turned my open eyes
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Jan 22, 2012
MariposaCold blue delicate wings / spread lifeless on the harsh gravel, / marred by the slightest human touch,
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Jan 16, 2012
PortraitWhat I’ve learned is this: / when you’ve loved someone— / I mean *really* loved—
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Jan 17, 2012
Sickly MemoryThe pit of my stomach / won't let me forget you. / Every other fiber of my body
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Jan 17, 2012
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