D A Phinney Poems

He's always busy naming things
But she likes to feel them
Wafting up inside her nose
Or hugging her with green intensity
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'Cheese Louise! ' exclaims High Sally.
'Nacho, ' replies Slick Dark,
'You gotta keep a corduroy
Or he wanders away.'
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Sleep young darling, those bright eyes must not see
What I really am: the darkness that is me.
Those lips must not devour, only kiss;
That flesh touch not mere happiness, but bliss.
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Between the kisses
Between the whispers
Something fell open
Like a dropped diary
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I was the child who ran from the cave
Out to the light out to be saved
Where is my savior borne of the sun
This is for killing this is for fun
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I knew that you could help me
But you only let me down
Well you took off in your airplane
Left me here on the ground
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The broken drains and dirty spoons,
Food spattered on the wall;
On coffee grounds and Kool-Aid stains
I stumble down the hall.
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If you are a woman,
I have always wanted to be in there deeper than your skin
I have wanted to breathe your air, your scent like incense
I have longed to feel my hardness surrounded and defined by
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Leaning there together
Remember
All things stand alone
Empty of purpose
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They travel
The three of them
According to secret charts
Mysterious tables and ledgers
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