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the drone of summer bugs,
millions of them; a chant, a mantra
of small tremors shivering the warm air
in the middle of the night
it hangs heavy
from the eaves above the windows
my head throbs with visions of you
as I toss and turn
in my naked half-awareness
dampness circles my neck,
it runs down the valley
between my breasts
sweat pearls on the gentle slope
where my backbone ends
at foothills and tan lines
air hissing from the flutter of
powdered wings, eyes within eyes
survey multiple moonscapes
a stillness descends, a displacement
a hush of breath
cools the nectar on my fingers
distracting me just long enough
to halt the rise of my fever,
to tilt an odd angle into sleep
millions of them; a chant, a mantra
of small tremors shivering the warm air
in the middle of the night
it hangs heavy
from the eaves above the windows
my head throbs with visions of you
as I toss and turn
in my naked half-awareness
dampness circles my neck,
it runs down the valley
between my breasts
sweat pearls on the gentle slope
where my backbone ends
at foothills and tan lines
air hissing from the flutter of
powdered wings, eyes within eyes
survey multiple moonscapes
a stillness descends, a displacement
a hush of breath
cools the nectar on my fingers
distracting me just long enough
to halt the rise of my fever,
to tilt an odd angle into sleep
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Here Comes the Night
Here Comes the Night
Every Friday night,
We gauge,
The waning of the light
We think,
Of all the things that we can do...
So many things to choose...
We have to wait until they're asleep,
Sometimes it feels like we're waiting,
A never ending week
But little do they know...
When the morning comes...
We won't have slept a wink!
Here comes the night again
(Open up the window)
Here comes the night again
(And take out the screen)
Here comes the night again
(Climb down the wall)
In the night again,
We make our escape,
While they dream
We meet up in the park,
Under the trees,
Where it's shadowy and dark
We feel,
A sense o
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In the Night
In the Night
Where will I go from here?
There is nothing left for me
All I can do is wander,
And carry myself with dignity
And they say...I don't belong,
So I still...wander along,
By myself forever...
In the night,
I lose myself,
I find it hard to return,
I realize there's a lesson,
To be learned
What do I think about,
When my minds crowded in fear?
When do I see and hear?
Where I go,
I will often,
Break down and cry,
I've nowhere left to go,
I wander on into the night!
And in the night,
I lose myself,
I find it hard to return,
I realize there's a lesson,
To be learned
And when I find all of the answers...
I'll be
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dream
fill your palms
with the curves
of my face
concentrate on
the bones so
near the surface
the hard angles
of eyebrows
and cheeks
the deft edges
of pelvic bones and
shoulder blades
the reality
of skeletons
under skin
then when I
dissolve into
beaded sweat
beneath you,
when I scream
your name,
youll know
youre not
dreaming
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12/08/2015: another one of my older poems, revised and restructured with much pleasure at the outcome. Enjoy!
i kept the air-con off while writing this set
i kept the air-con off while writing this set
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Perfect! Very sultry. Do you remember where you were when you wrote this?