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Animals do not know sin.
This is the principle difference between us,
and them.
To feel guilty is to feel human.
 3d Lost
Caitlin
Your eyes tell a million stories
They speak of highs and lows
They sometimes betray your smile
But they never mistake your soul
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
An HP old-timer recently told me
good poetry doesn't work, here.
Guess I'll stick around
for a while more
to see if my low-level
quasi-greeting card
****
does any better.
Why keep it all in
When it all wants to be out
Take a knife
Plunge in twice
And let your guts spill out
You ever be in pain and the only way to get it to chill out a bit is by thinking about removing whatever hurts? Cause I'm currently thinking about stabbing some guts
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