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WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN When she says margarita she means daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,” she means, “Put your arms around me from behind as I stand disconsolate at the window.” He’s supposed to know that. When a man loves [...] AN EASY SONG It’s rained every day since you Went away. I’ve been lonely, Lonely, empty, tenderness — Longing to kiss the corners Of your mouth as you smile Your special, inward, sensual, And ironic smile I love Because I know it means you Are content — content in French — A special, inward, sensual, [...] NO PLATONIC LOVE Tell me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchang’d for hearts; That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subt’lest parts; That two unbodied essences may kiss, And then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss. I was that silly thing that once [...] SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE In the wild soft summer darkness How many and many a night we two together Sat in the park and watched the Hudson Wearing her lights like golden spangles Glinting on black satin. The rail along the curving pathway Was low in a happy place to let us cross, And down the [...] THREE POEMS 1 On sunny days there in the shade Between the trees reclined a maid Who lifted up her dress (she said) To keep the moonbeams off her head. 2 A hundred times they kiss, and then A thousand time embrace, And stop only to start again; There’s no tautology in such a [...] BLUE Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs shoot back of your ears’ Rose that tongues like to feel the maze of, slip into the funnel, tell a thunder-whisper to. When I kiss, your eyes’ straight lashes down crisp [...] THE ECSTASY You are not me, and I am never you except for thirty seconds in a year when ecstasy of coming, laughing at the same time or being cruel to know for certain what the other’s feeling charge some recognition. Not often when we talk though. Undressing to the daily logs of [...] … for National Poetry Day (Thursday, October 7, 2010): AS YET UNTITLED (a work in progress) Composing words of romance, verses as yet unformed. Visions of hair, long, dark and curled, Of laughing Van Morrison eyes. Freckled skin, kissed by the sun, Slender curves, longing to be caressed. A heart, offered freely, given totally, Not [...] SAGE FRANCIS – THE BEST OF TIMES It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it. I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict. Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had [...] |
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