Ovidd Poems

One has to wonder what is always
a wonder, if she ever has
I would think to win
would certainly require this
...

i can not imagine a horror greater
than that of being executed
for a crime another committed
...

often times
I remind my cocker spaniel
he is little more than a rat
with cropped tail
...

your look enslaves
with silken softness
...

what an ice cream dream

the coolness of her
stare
...

To you I show my deepest
that which only
you could ever know
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Love's rejoice
under naked covers
enjoyed within the other
to love another
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Love,
what a thing
...

she was not beautiful
but her hair
raven,
it was her darkness i caught
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perhaps tonight
when i gave beyond
in what is normal for a tip,
her smile was all
...