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I think I was searching for treasures or stones when your face, might well wish where your face was reflected, lovely, BY CAROL ANN DUFFY
in the clearest of pools
when your face…
like the moon in a well
where I might wish…
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face…
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air…
Love Love Love BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
When you come to me, unbidden, To long-ago rooms, Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Baubles of stolen kisses. Trunks of secret words, BY MAYA ANGELOU
Beckoning me
Where memories lie.
Gatherings of days too few.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
I CRY.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. I hunger for your sleek laugh, I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, BY PABLO NERUDA
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
If I’d never met you, But if I’d never met you, Now moving on with life, BY JOANNA FUNCHS
I wouldn’t feel the pain
Of losing your sweet love;
I wouldn’t feel insane.
I wouldn’t know the pleasure
Of ecstasy’s warm gifts
And memories to treasure.
I force a wistful grin,
Questioning what went wrong,
Wondering what might have been.
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow BY MAYA ANGELOU
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.