Magdalene Carmen

yesterday the song
you wrote and sang for me tore
through my dress. and there i was
again with you. in dearest
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take me away
one day fast. screaming
red, i'd ride and ride and ride
with you. so electric wind
...

there is something
about you, before me, dressed.
the throbbing in my head
uncovering you unknowing.
...

your hands are filthy
with the manness i want against
my womanhood. touch my silk
china dirty, mark it with the distinction
...

we speak
love in english. we are weak
in love. straight-
A boy and english teacher twist-
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alone i know
i love you more than this piercing
quiet, so necessary to see
i need you suddenly
...

believe me,
poet with this love proposition,
least. my love is never
fairer than my eloquences
...

sooner or later my body
will be worm-eaten unlike
your venerable guitar
that shall never perish
...

you are beautiful, God Bless You,
he said when he meant i was wild
to not care about my hair
greater than my face,
...

we meet at your kitchen
table like knife and fork unwitting,
moving food to mouth in civil eating.
my body is fed with more than
...

...

then i could no longer play
the piano. my fingers died
to hand and mouth arrangements
you ran down my back extemporaneous,
...

poetry is not
dead. it's sexy.
it turns me on like you
and me speechless
...

now memory
does not satisfy.
now imagination
will not melt words in
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your leather jacket has eaten me,
consumed me so i no longer remember
things besides meeting you
in a packed, merry place
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i shall caress
the total mess
you are and kiss
your inclination to unimpress
...