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collection of poems regarding love, sex, control and ownership, and spiritual balance. |
| Edgy I wish I had bones And sharp things Beneath shiny Skin and A spine to Give me support But instead I press my Soft spots and Roll into comforting Shapes That have no edge And I wonder if I’m Lucky or just boring And wish I was insatiable enough To jump into A river Just to get A drink The holy Love is not a do (an action) it is the holy part not the deeds but the soil the fosters these deeds I’ve been deluged By seductive verse, Confined By walls of flowers, Bled out By fragile (but lethal) Paper hearts Love Is spirit And does not Do A show It is that vibration the buddhist’s Speak of That transcends I give my Embrace So I Don’t miss The holy part At McDonald’s I’m fixated With French fries And fetish Lies and traps So subtle I feel them But can’t see The exits I want to Pick the locks And the brains And lick the salt From everything So then ascend To a nirvana Where I Don’t notice Husbands kissing Their wives While touching me With their Eyes |