DANGLING FROM FINGERS, AND OTHER POEMS, AUGUST 7, 2025
dangling from fingers
the restraints she so desires
book of his poems
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how soft is my gaze
yet she quivers neath its touch...
its intensity
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my eyes strip away
all she tries to hide behind
but she does not flee
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what is nakedness
than the most natural state
for life and for love
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how many poems
bearing your image in them
have i left the world
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i hold in my mouth
the taste of your lovely words...
poems you gave me
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she's best read by touch
poetry that's felt and heard
fingers pass over
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low soft voice of love
in the darkness i hear her
echoes on the wind
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lips move as i write
the poems i made for her...
words she'll never hear
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she reads my heartbeats
verses coursing through my veins...
i'm my own poem
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low growl in my throat
i smell desire on your skin...
as if a wild beast
