Charlotte Ballard Poems

Tulips are bold things
With curving lips
That invites
A grasping clutch-
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A gray crowed bus
Delivered me to your door,
You must not
Have been expecting me.
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Do you love me?
I start to ask you -
As you lay your head
On my lap and I
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Black surround by soft
Purple curving
Green strokes
Connecting Ground
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I hear a strange rumbling
In me, as if ten freight cars
Were rolling by,
And something important
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She said yes
To the man with
The soft brown eyes
Who had whispered
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A pause in the middle of the madness
Of books spread open with white pages
Like the white thighs of prostitutes
Laid back by the promise of fingers
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Little Warrior
With long hair flying back
Spear in hand,
Barefoot in the waves
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The morning, not yet done-
Yet you skate away on the
Frozen breath that blows out
Between chipmunk cheeks.
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Love is a spiteful thing
The best is at first
The last is the worst
Lovers who once share a bed
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