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Poetry Corner Friday: I need you like…

I only need you
like I need sunlight,
which I’m sure I could live without…

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On Bryant Park

This New-York-on-an-early-autumn-night scene could have been painted by an artist with a curious imagination, and here I am surrounded by it, living it, breathing it.

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Poetry Corner Friday: I think of you when I am drunk

…Your face flickers
before my increasingly blurry vision.
I want you…

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On blank at first blank and other crazy ideas — pt 2 (the blues show)

We sat together in the dark bar with our hands in each other’s hands. His face was aglow with appreciation as he watched the band and sang along with blues covers even I didn’t know the words to. His tie (he had dressed up for me) was undone and draped around his neck. Dear God, the boy was beautiful.

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Poetry Corner Friday: Good morning, stranger

I feel your warm lips
calming the chilly primal shivers
that stiffen my breasts…

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On blank at first blank and other crazy ideas

But it was so strange… I couldn’t even believe it as it was happening. It took all of my will power to stop the words from pouring effervescently out of my mouth, to stop them from bubbling up and betraying me.

“I’m losing my mind,” I kept saying over and over.

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Poetry Corner Friday: Love poem to a superstar

You make me lowercase.
You make me small.
Somewhere in the dark glow of Your brightness
i think i lost my upper case.

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Poetry Corner Friday: Angel

But why should you be like me?
I’m no angel…

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#Poetry Corner Friday: I’ve seen you

you tasted like
the african gods
before they met jesus…

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Poetry Corner Friday: Five minutes ago

There’s no title. I sent it to him in an email on the day I wrote it with a caption that said simply “To [his name].” I don’t know what I should call it… let’s discuss.

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