Lisa Rhodes Poems

When we make love
Let’s do it again, again and again…
Softly caress my lips, gently
Touch my eyes with your
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In the scissor star cut
morning, the sleeping ocean
gently awakens from brilliant
appollion sun rays;
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This year won’t presumably pass
Without you letting me know
Just when the wedding bells
Ring for us.
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I have conquered you and made you mine.
You have come forward and told me that you want me;
You have succumbed to your egocentric masculine need to lie
In bed with me, no fears, no strings, no tears
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When I wake up my dreams
Are caged inside, waiting
For me to slip into
Them during the late af-
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The Rwandan battle front
drowned into a red sea:
a private shooting gallery
where government troops
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Paris in the morning-
The blushed morning sky
Touched the sidewalk. Paris
Loving itself through each
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If we could lessen the noose
Around Russia's throat—
Leaven the loaves of wheat back
Now
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A Kentucky girl,
alone & cozy warms her nerves
under the hand dryer. It’s summer.
The bus station bathroom is small; a mirror
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The shrill cry
of a baby trying
to talk the primal
scream of autistic black
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