half secret half
animal darkness between legs
i refuse to hurt
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haiku
Category Archives: Legs
strangeness
you sigh : his thighs wide
solid as a baobab trunk
pressed up against yours
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haiku
ordinary rapture ( pardonnez-moi)
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at least we weren’t speaking french
there was another music etched between us
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etched between us, music notes no other could sense
‘specially in this midnight light at the hush-hush bus-stop
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stopped hush-hushed, this midnight light made ‘specially for us
cold lapping our bare legs, while tidal-tongues go lava-like
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tidal tongues turned lava-like, our cold bare legs lapping each others’ shores
eyes closed, listening for the bus, but not, ear buds in, connecting us
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us, listening, not for the bus, but for the budding connection without ears or eyes
goosebumps raised like brail, jingle-jangled to each touch
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touching raising goosebumps meant as maps, like jingle-jangle trail
dead-scroll pilgrimage attempt washed up on bus stop bench
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attempt a scroll on a dead-phone,stopped, this bench a washed-up pilgrimage
at least we weren’t speaking french
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 27:-
to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.
we’re both slaughtered
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breath in my throat
catching like vomit
run rabbit run
separated from the pack
spindle-legged antelope weak
thought of escape
run rabbit run
can it can it can it
make it make it make it
weeping screaming imagining
sweat hot sweat hot breath hot swear hot
on my tail
nailed snapping crapping sobbing
stopping
catching breath
stopping
caught cobble-hobbled wolf-whistled
run rabbit run
down
noooooooo
throat cut my blood
pulsed howl watch detached
legs splayed face bodypressed to the carpet
helpless now
breath in my throat
catching like vomit
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 22:-
In honor of today’s being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.
middle one
between them & two
sisters sit i legs crossed lips
stitched nondescript seed
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haiku
bedding in
on my knees digging
shallow holes for tiny seeds
fingers bleed worms feast
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haiku
dough
belly warmed by broth
of a kiss running wild fire
rolling sweet to thighs
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haiku
buoy,
take this sinking girl,
hook her by the lips and curl
her legs around you
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haiku
not too late
cuddling comes once
more through my limbs kissed fully
& for the first time
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haiku
aim
just give me one shot
right between the eyes lips thighs
of love, til parting
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haiku
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