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but in my one desire to know you,
all else melted away.”
as if you were
Under your skin the moon is alive.”
To be human...”
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.”
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.”
to thoughts of him
that flow from it
in her solitary.
For she is his poet
and he is her poetry.”
I will be more to you than to any of the rest.”
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
in empty fields and soaring clouds.
In city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars.”
dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
Pretty enough on the surface,
but dive down into your depths,
you'll find beauty most
people never see. Lucky me,
I fell in, headfirst.”
more than I need this typewriter, more than
I need my automobile, more than I need
Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I
can taste her in the air, I can feel her
at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built
for her feet to walk upon,
I can see pillows for her head,
I can feel my waiting laughter,
I can see her petting a cat,
I can see her sleeping,
I can see her slippers on the floor.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?”
go for his throat.”
I want to taste.
Your crooked mouth.
The way you smell after
being out all day.
The lump in your throat.
Your shaky hands.
Your morning breath.
Your prickly legs.
Your pimpled politeness.
Your tangled hair.
I don’t want to be able to
run my fingers through you
easily. It’s no fun writing
I want to talk about you-
positive and negative
connotation in any language
it either lights me up or
leaves me aching for days.”
then look into your eyes trying to find
my own private history channel
with a life long documentary
on whether or not this was meant to be
and I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry
you’re so beautiful
flowers turn their heads to smell you.
And when I’m all alone
I’m riffling through the pockets
of my mind trying to find spare excuses
so I can call you on the phone
and it’s strange
the way I need a reason
just to call you up and say
that I thought about you today.”
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much”
You're the rare person,
I can always stand.”
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