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the poems on this page:

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< a little fun >

< excess beauty >

< famous in the twilight >

< you and the desert >

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< illustrious tits >

< next clue >

< and by now we both have waterproof mascara running with our tears >

< nothing else to do >

< the eternal light of the open refrigerator door >

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      < a little fun >

    the moon reflects itself
    on the water
    and your eye eats it up 
    like TV
    like the high polish
    on the stainless images
    they carefully push
    through your head
    but the effect
    while interesting 
    isn't what you need
    you're not sure
    what you need
    don't know
    what they're doing
    but at least
    someone's
    having a little fun with it

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      < excess beauty >

    they're shipping back
    box after box of it

    there's so much on the market
    and there's nothing 
    you can use it for

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      < famous in the twilight >

    your smooth hand paints a warm stripe
    as we push against each other
    and a leaf 
    quivers 
    just above us
    as the light from your skin
    and the glow of my body
    become famous
    in the twilight

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    < you and the desert >

    i'm watching your mouth
    how the air 
    shimmers
    in front of it

    you and the desert
    both do this

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      < illustrious tits > 

    sucking your celebrated tits
    my lips around 
    your extraordinary tits

    rolling your glorious tits
    between my thumb and finger
    squeezing your magnificent tits

    pinching your prestigious tits
    rubbing my tongue
    across your splendid tits

    licking your illustrious tits
    filling my mouth 
    with your majestic tits

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    < next clue >

    looking 
    directly at you
    pulling 
    the next clue
    tasting 
    a quick turn
    feeling
    a little kiss
    and licking
    the wet rest of it

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< and by now we both have waterproof mascara running with our tears > 
  

    i can't believe it is me tasting your makeup
    after we both promised so many times to be primates 
    straight from the jungle 
    a tarzan and a jane
    but here is my shaved skin 
    kissing your shaved skin
    that continues up between your legs
    as our deodorants blend
    into a slick mess 
    and by now we both 
    have waterproof mascara 
    running with our tears 

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  < nothing else to do >

    indistinct
    one piece of the dark room
    mixes
    with the other
    i am too sentimental
    to write tonight
    but there is nothing else to do

    later
    when i go over this
    i will take out all references 
    to old love 
    and tears

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< the eternal light of the open refrigerator door >

    standing 
    with the door open
    lighted 
    in the only light of night
    the eternal light 
    of the open 
    refrigerator door

    hoping
    for what we all hope for
    when we open
    the refrigerator door
    hoping
    for the vision 
    the vision inside 
    where the light is always on
    is always ready 
    to lead us
    to the land
    of milk and honey and plenty and always 
    always enough milk 
    to go with our chocolate
    always enough milk 
    to go with our cookies

    standing 
    with the door open
    lighted in the only light of night
    lighted in the eternal light 
    of the open refrigerator door

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