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If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I watched her from afar
blood and carnage and her slow ascent
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
From Her to Eternity
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
If only I could get into her head
In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Her raised middle finger came into focus
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
green blood excites her Japanese sweaters
alpha in her blood
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
my baby sleeps on her head
as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
Inches away from her face
I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
An insight into government spending derived from potty-training
Since I left her
I don't want to see her
The Woman and Her Hen
Making her presence known
Bathe her and bring her to me
A woman and her Cock
Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
Does chocolate milk come from brown cows?
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
her lips on mine
In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
The Old Woman And Her Pig
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
Mice will continue to dream of Cats shedding claws from radiation sickness
The Lark and Her Young Ones
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
Take Her in Your Arms
hers
Making her presence known (Part 3)
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
The woman with her legs apart
I was sure it was her
She thought about giving him her heart
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
Herr Bob (user)
watching her dance
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
I still find strands of her hair in bed
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
I never called her momma
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
the slightest movements which I make have begun to squeeze pure blood from my kidneys again
come buy, come buy; our grapes fresh from the vine
And love keeps pouring into Toronto from everywhere it's despised
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Herr
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
Do Her
I convert my crushes into friends, and from there to the status of Muse
I never saw her again
seal clubbing
The Lark Burying Her Father
Her Handwriting
Written in her French Psalter
Her Royal Highness
His 'N' Hers
Making her presence known (part 2)
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
What do I call her?
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Her Majesty
Her name was Natalie
right under her surface
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
to let her know
To Her Door
Pig on her back
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Where do babies come from?
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
A Jury of Her Peers
Stand in the doorway and watch her
her eyes
A New Student and Her Father
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
Her knees
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
How to win the gold and prevent a baby from crying
I don't like her because she won't like me
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
dance with her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I daydream of her
watching humanity move into Manhattan with the measured flow of blood
I know you're up there. I am but a discontented symbol birthed from the blood of your terrible pen.
Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
Fresh Milk: The Secret Life of Breasts
How to jump into water from a height
Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
each book has us creating a fresh work as we read it into being
The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
Who wants a Yo! MTV Raps Trading Card from the FUNKY FRESH holliman?
Draw myself into the shell, waiting on a sign from god...or a nod from hell
her
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
Thrusting into horse beings from space using a modicum of caution
Her braid; I obeyed
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
I can see her face
I do not see her
a total loss of control over her life
I don't think of her
The Bitch and Her Whelps
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Her back
Take Her up to Monto
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Ribbed for her pleasure
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
her arms around me
the small of her back
Meant For Her
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
putting on her makeup
I think I've forgiven her
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
If You Followed Her Gaze
My love in her attire doth show her wit
The Author to Her Book

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