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 Mar 2013 Antony Padilla
Montana
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12
Your tan won't matter,
nor will leather shoes.
A wink, an eyelash flutter
Eyes that look only through

Her darkness penetrating
your light, but a dream
Inside her silent fountain
you, a trickle touch of stream

Your perfume may entice her
A cleanly shaven caress
But to get down inside her
march through your own mess

To really get down inside her
all you knew stands in your way
**** all your shine and shimmer
the polished opinions thrown away

Even on your knees, she cannot see
Even your serenade, she cannot hear
The only volume she can muster
is the volume of your love or fear.

Stand, sit, lean or cower
Poetry, curses, gold or brown
Dive into her world of power
Leaving ripples without a sound.
Fox
When I was young
I lived like a fox in her den,
fell asleep in a spring daze,
woke up and I had aged.

Where went my dreams?

Oh I hear your whisper,
into your embrace.

Was it all a mistake?
I dig a rabbit's grave.
 Oct 2012 Antony Padilla
Ugo
if we must die,
let it be known that
you're only as great as yesterday lets you.
that the leader of men carries the hope of all men.
that the world is never the final destination of life.
that man is only a photograph of heaven.

if we must die.
let it be known that eternity lives in every face.
that the mind is all but a femur of the unspoken soul.
that you are only a footstep ---
and every footstep must wash so to leave room for other footsteps.

since we must all die,
let it be known that you once stood--

let that be known.

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