lucas shakespere Poems

Silence, to allow silence in the gap between
One word and the next, the shamed
Silence of a hunched up back drinking
Coffee over there, so aware of her mutations
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Deeper in the deepest part, where the
Heart of the past sat naked in the
caves of my heart
She came, torch-bearing and blithe
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I had a dream and in the dream my arms
Were thin; it was a good dream,
In town before the screaming and
The bleeding starts, a good dream,
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Rising in my hand, your Delta, an
Impression of heat on my fingers,
your
Mouth warm and hard, we met just
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Once I was a mute, a penitant in company
And only alone I could be free, and
Words haunted me like a pack
Of dogs yapping at my legs, so they
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