my girl’s tall with hard long eyes… (XIX)

my girl’s tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
a hard long smile it sometimes makes
gaily go clean through me tickling aches,
and the weak noise of her eyes easily files
my impatience to an edge–my girl’s tall
and taut, with thin legs just like a vine
that’s spent all of its life on a garden-wall,
and is going to die. When we grimly go to bed
with these legs she begins to heave and twine
about me, and to kiss my face and head.

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2 Comments

  1. nena says:

    i think this poem is beautiful.

  2. JAl says:

    this poem is soooo hot! it makes me want you…it makes me want you too…he wrote it for us you know?…yes dear, get your skinny vagina back in bed…only if you get yours back here too…yes ma’am…who’s first?

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