31712

our primary industries
the art of words
the textures of flesh

30712

unfamiliar pillows
stiff white sheets
she liked to boogie

29712

a story she tells
of his fingers
at the service station

28712

a hand on my heart
her pledge
to the vanity of dreams

27712

in sleep
the smooth heat of her arms
the chastity of her hands

26712

neither high nor low
a balloon
on the breeze

25712

the nectar
and satin smooth
she knows as well as I do

24712

liquid pink
our lips
between

23712

we spoon
in my arms
fantasies

22712

fingers spread
on a gloss painted door
she leaves with her friends

21712

an ancient position
host
and client

20712

i ask her to open
before we become
photographs and memories

19712

asleep before
a dream within
her hands refuse

18712

3
drink
another chair

17712

mist and bells
the scent of lemongrass
her poetry in my hands

16712

she holds the camera
on his face
the afternoon sun

15712

a tune above
our tonight
canned vegetables

14712

a revolution is televised
and through my jeans
the heat of her thighs

13712

sleep through rain
i step inside
and meet colour

12712

i don't do pills
but now we've counted
my recommended daily intake

11712

her heavy breath
the soles of my feet
along the backs of her legs

10712

she walks between
headless idols in business shirts
and feels like she owns tomorrow

9712

I wake
built
for her denial

8712

after holding hands
we divide
and remember the tomatoes

7712+ talking to Brigitte Lewis

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7712

he is not here
his car is no longer in the driveway
(it's in the news)

- 4 the Peters' family

6712

in morning fog
she says
my lips are cold

5712

the sway of the sun
the cat and i
retreat from shade

4712

a morning lawn
a mandala
of feathers

3712

lost songs
recalled
half awake

2712

listening within
her poetry
in my heart

1712

with loss
words unfurl a parachute
for her possessive heart