Sunday, May 23, 2010

Interludes: Other people’s poetry

The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything, it's true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of your panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.

(missyoumissyoumissyouinwaysyoucan'tevenknow)

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