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 Dec 2011 Daniel James
T R H
Some days
I want to open my window
and throw my phone
as far as I can
and never talk to
any of those *******
ever again.



(Not like they'd notice the difference anyway.)
Towards
the end of his life
our protagonist
meticulously calculated
and found
(we should believe
without questioning,
as he was an ace accountant)
that he lived well
exactly ten days
of his long happy life !
please contemplate
this.
 Dec 2011 Daniel James
Ana
Untitled
 Dec 2011 Daniel James
Ana
…to be the spaces
between your ribs,
gaps along frets
laced against the neck
of your guitar strings
mending cracks on
sidewalks with moonlight
I want you to know it was the opposite of breathing to have you inside of me. I would only gasp for air in desperate hope to reach for pleasure to exist within me. Pain would enter my parted mouth like particles of dust dancing in a shaft of deceitful light.I see a glow in yours eyesI secretly try to meet your gaze as I am trying to see where I am going. All I want is for you to offer to hold my hand but you never did see that. I remain patient and silent.I feel a golden penny drop into my experience as it has done many times before. I reach out to catch it. I want to give it to my heart as I am certain it belongs to her. It is clear to me this is the gift of truth I need.The potential promise of this ignites a summers day somewhere lower than my stomach. I wonder of the possibility of this remaining hidden?I now watch the response to my wish for pleasure manifest. I have seen this before.How could I forget this? I ask my self sternly. I breath in contemplating if there is anyway i can prepare for whats been hiding inside of me. I have a tingling familiarity enter me faster than my mind could ever answer. Its heavy. I panic.� I try to some how become tough while I hurt. I watch the coin slowly turning into a dark copper. Embracing this reality thuds inside of me as though the coin it self had been dropped into my heart from a shadowy sky. It feels serious and experienced.It hurts.
 Dec 2011 Daniel James
Vidya
saliva
 Dec 2011 Daniel James
Vidya
are you really
the kind of person who
licks a finger to turn the page I mean god
who does that
any
more
Making Love Like Water

It starts with
so much beauty. In a drop
of sweat down your body…
a feeling of liquid—of
empathy into entropy.

Then it’s
My head against the bed,
face down into fluff.
All of the things float away;
the things are just stuff…
You are really here. I can feel
your warmth, though my kiss is blue—
It’s chilling as ice, but it’s true.

Still we’re
funneling energy
from one’s soul into the others’.
Electrical charges, our body’s ties.
I could die, I could smother,
and as I did I would smile.

Now I’m
melting beneath you, kindled by your fire,
cause what’s between us in this moment is pure and it’s sweet.
You taste salty like the ocean and I sense
the motion of the tides, against your skin, now I’m feeling the heat
I hope it is still there
The spark in the air
The magnetic field surrounding us 

I hope it is still there
The butterflies causing my heart to flutter
The stutter 
I have to withhold 
When you are near

The gazes into your eyes
Before our lips meet 
Again and again
Making it hard for me to breathe

I hope it is still there
In a month's time
When you can be all mine
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