Spoonfuls

Here I am, standing stupid, writing spoonfuls of poetry about your thighs. The sillhouettes that ramble deaf, hardly dumb, slightly more blind, away from the resonant soul of one man. They recognize a bravery in play and joy and the taking in of mind altering substances. What they don't see is the whisp of words … Continue reading Spoonfuls

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Bits and Pieces

It's the bits and the pieces that are lingering... It's the soft, subtle curve of your upper lip; How it maintains a balance between relaxation And being merely taut with frustration. It's the microscopic way that your tongue just barely Doesn't get out of the way fast enough for most of your words. It's your … Continue reading Bits and Pieces