Garry Gottfriedson Poems

Some men were made just to be dancers
Slow getting dressed slow getting undressed
Feather hats doe skin fringe
And bustles transform
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Where do you want my heart now?

Placed next to yours
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In the moon when horses shed
Don't be afraid
To close your eyes
Magic is one song away
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Anichimus, can you taste
The warm kisses of dead love
Lurking in the shadows of memory?
Will you caress the course rope
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