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the note said to make myself at home
and then when comfortable
to tie you to the bed
though to leave one arm free
say to me
i am a note(d) poem
walk down the hall
wearing your waiting...
"...you know landscapes hard turning no wasted capes
the pace is mace then scimitar try baby for far away
in your lashes...a tacit spilt slip dip to hips then split
the upright and onto the tit introductory music
onto the tit introductory music
onto tit and living inside
a song for life..."
ask the mist outside
were you ever cloudy sugar
water milk did you
ever and if so
how long did you
belong to rain...?
i took out personal ads
asked for she to be
one time
tonight only
every night
a music player ballerina
i see that, with knives as well
she expresses take your time to me
an open wide blind
her hunger has a deep mouth
are you ready for what i am she asks
i was not ready to surrender
to her, "i hold on for life"
her eye poem
a thought
my thought watching
her reach and tear fabric clutch
an imaginary paper lantern sky
she arch murmurs to moan and back
says that she didn't think to paint
mud to a when I was here
to greet the loosening
of the ties that bind us
poemseeksex peer ee ence...
i look outside
into the early spring
it has many dark hands
and like me
wants to pull
your hair and
expose your neck
right after
watching you
put those shoes on
and walk turning
a saunter slow
eyes fully intending
over here where
it is your
music box
time again...
EJR ©
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