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A Lady's NameCan there be anything more beautiful than the momentary / diversion of a streetlamp’s flicker? The way it brightens those naked / corners of the city, and the leaves and dirt that droop into them.
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Nov 19, 2012
A Light which CameYou brought me ice water. / It sweated on the bedside table / while I took your body into mine.
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Nov 19, 2012
A Momentary Brighteningafter the heat began to swell, / we’d never leave our bed / open windows, curtains yawning-the incoming breeze rose
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Mar 25, 2012
Bright and Nakedwhen the sun is sulking / she swells like the moon, / a sylph bright
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Nov 19, 2012
DawnThe sun was still rising. / He stood at the bottom / of the driveway,
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Feb 1, 2013
DoorstepI dreamt you visited me-- / showed up on my doorstep, / hands in pockets
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Mar 25, 2012
Edgeshand cupping my thigh / tongue against swollen lips as I kiss you, / your fingers thread through my hair,
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Mar 25, 2012
Fish MarketWalking through the market, / fishtails hanging sluttishly over the edge, / scales glinting
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Mar 25, 2012
NestingEvery year, a male wren builds ten nests. / On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each, / displaying her options.
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Nov 19, 2012
Sailingin bed at night, / the tenderness of your hands / harbors me-
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Mar 28, 2012
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