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8.20.99, midnite
And then
there was
confession but
it didn't solve the
problem
which is
sexual appetite
am I emitting some
sort of vibe or fume?
I think
he was flattered
but simply countered with:
it
happens
Not leading me anywhere
I am striking out all over
my ego is about to crash
itself
I am extinguished
what to do with all of this
supply and demand has
never been an issue
where the heart and head
bridge there's
the
tissue
why won't anyone come out
to
play?
Damaged goods
in the dream
I
drove him literally
by car from apartment
to apartment
bland daily
things
* * *
I pulled him down to me
patted his
stomach he
rode away on my red bike
he joked to cover his
sadness
- of life
passing
by
I thought hold
me I'll
make it
better
such old-school
psychology
He'll bring me a book on
infinite
games
the ritual
of surprise
* * *
want
me they do
perhaps in books
but not during the night
and not to hold my
heart
not breathe into each others
mouths
silence of sigh
hand holding back
skin exposed to air
to more
flesh
to calling my name in
the dark
noon
not for keeps
not for now
not for deep eyes
not for this
weekend
not for owl
interest
not for full body
legs knees
hips
fingers
chin lips
not for musicality
tune of
voice
lingering
thought
attached
to dream
not for ever
nor yet
dividing space
lived-in
not for keeping in touch
drift phone ring
subtle reminders
beats of
pulse
not for page to story
nor inside
direction
time travel
location
rental
contract
not for children
or family
ancestors predecessors
tree-lined
streets
fences or walls
ingredients
not for the
sea
disappearance
sand
thought like jellyfish
not for the dolphin
or any species
that chooses
limited
partnership
over its own
freedom
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