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to shame the loneliness

I drink a bitter coffee black, the way I wish two days old, I drink it cold to shame the loneliness I eat a pickled sausage not even on a dish in a robe, no one to scold to shame the loneliness I watch the television blank, and pictureless I sit and stare, who would care to shame the loneliness I sleep like in a coffin dreaming of a kiss in my clothes, shoes and soles to shame the...

Poem: Tangled Little Hearts

My hope for old when floors are cold we lay with no regret like blowing trees arms and knees tangled tide of sweat when all would think the sun has drank all passion from the breast our secret soul still sexual put weary bones to test grandchildren laugh we take a bath and tell them not to listen they’ll roll their eyes and act surprised when wrinkled folks are kiss’n you’ll...

poem: The softest part of a woman

The softest part of a woman Is not where you may think Behind the ears in the mouth or lips of petal pink inside the knee inner thigh you still have not to find the tender place…it’s not her face or curve against the spine her finger tips bloom of hips the nipple, or the eyes beneath the breast just a test to know you really tried a trick you say! if not the cradled skin between...

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