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michelle reicks Feb 2012
you're like a little checkbook

i pull out blanks
and write
"three, four, five kisses"


signed
*michelle
michelle reicks Feb 2012
my head is filled to the brim

with other **** i have to do

like job applications
going to class
reading ******* textbooks
dress rehearsals laundry
writing papers that won't make any sense
drinking too much coffee




when all i want to do
is lay shirtless on your floor with you

and write poetry about the palms of your hands
michelle reicks Feb 2012
you smell like a mix of all the men that came before you

like axe

like onions and garlic

like dirt

like man sweat

like an ******

like a muddy lake (i squish that gunk between my toes in pure ecstasy while cupping a tadpole in one hand and holding my dress up with the other)

a little bit like cigarettes (and you remind me of the music i once had in me(i think i'm losing my poetry)



you smell a little like a deck of cards
you smell like
a hot tent


you smell



like your couch
where i fall asleep sometimes
michelle reicks Jan 2012
the sweet angry words
of a soul so far away
awake me to breathe
michelle reicks Jan 2012
when life is suddenly too busy for poetry


i drown
without it



i simply drown

**in everything else
michelle reicks Jan 2012
with hands and heart


he is thoughtful
compassionate

and wonderful
michelle reicks Jan 2012
sometimes

when the lights are low



I can feel our breath

turn into steam
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