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Time Can Make Us Dizzy
2003-01-28 01:34:49 (UTC)

Some I actually DID NOT write heh...

These are just a few of my many favorite poems. I did NOT
write them, but decided to share them anyway. I hope you
enjoy them as much as I do!

~Unknown Title~

on humid nights
a blanket hung
from a crumbling doorway
to seperate the hum
of one small air conditioner
from the stickiness of july.
at 10 i learned
how heat can cling
to the skin
especially if it's coming
from the mouth
of a man
whose breath
always reeks of beer
and whose hands
are never still.
.
as a child
i was taught
that my body
was a temple
and it didnt take long
to figure out

that the men
who'd come to worship
would offer little more
than the seed
of their sins.
and none would ever
seek absolution.
.
at 23 i still carry
my impurity
like a sign
flashing vacancy
at a crumbling hotel.
.
the ritual is unchanged.
men still forget
to place gifts
at my feet
after i'm the place
where they've
wiped themselves clean.
.
and in july
the heat
still chokes me
like a cock
shoved into a mouth
that is no where near
being ready.

~By Among These Ruins

~The Bath~

I like to watch
your breasts float like two birds
drifting downstream; you like a book,
a glass of wine on the lip
of the porcelain tub,
your music. It is your way of dissolving
the day, merging the elements of your body
with this body. The room fills with steam
like mist off a river -
as intimate to imagine you
pleasuring yourself; watery fingers, slow
movement into fantasy.
You call me in and take my hand
in your wet hand. I have to shield my eyes
from the great light
coming off your body.
When you ask me to touch you
I kneel by the water like a blind woman
guided into the river by a friend.

By Robin Becker

~Peaches~

There was a contest
once
for the best picture
of a peach

In China

Madame Ling
or was it Ching
sat in some yellow
pollen

then

carefully, again
she sat
upon
a piece of white

paper


By Siv Cedering





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