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- Oh! at sharepoetry
He takes me, one vast hand / splayed like starfish on blazing breast, / stealing my heat so he melts into my skin / and I can only feel the pressure / of his fingers clasping, / Scalding breath on my neck and / Oh! / / He winds the windo - Breakfast Scene at sharepoetry
The kitchen lino is cool against her burning cheek / Her breasts, full and heavy, are squashed against her ribs / One breast, leaking, a round stain soaking through her shirt / and the baby gurgles, sweet bananery whines in the stillness / / He - Reading in the Bath at sharepoetry
I shouldn’t read in the bath / As sometimes, in complete rapture of verse / My hands dip ever so slowly into the still water / And water is sucked, sharply / Through the paper / Blurring the words into suppleness / Turning the page a flaccid - His shoes at sharepoetry
He has such shoes. / I stare at them every week / as they sit, placid / beneath the table / tucked under his knees. / I know his shoes so well, / I could pick them out / of a police line up. / Their navy blue fabric / gleaming darkly. - Meaning Nothing at sharepoetry
“A poem must mean something,” you say / “Isn’t that what it’s all about?” / Must it? / “I mean, you must be talking about someone.” / Must I? / The flush along your jaw bone betrays / That veiled instinct to distrust. / Guarded love or un-lo - Geraniums at sharepoetry
- He is not a poem at sharepoetry
- Much More at sharepoetry
- Ations at sharepoetry
- Old Man at sharepoetry
- [ We drift into it, when on the verge of sleep, ] at sharepoetry
- Funeral at sharepoetry
- Human error at sharepoetry
