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heat, and your hands (person)
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junkpile
Sun Jul 16 2000 at 4:26:50
Your hands, fiddling. A spoon, a pen,
each other
. You are always busy, do you see?
Every time you bring your hands to me I think
May this please not be the last time
I enjoy your quiet direction, your smoothing heat. Bring me your hands as
a promise of many more years
of your hands. Bring me your heat as a beginning.
I am capturing pieces of you,
I am a collector, a botanist, a thief.
I want decades'  worth. I deal in bulk.
Hopeless mistake. Stay here forever.
She didn't want the truth; she wanted to make a good man squirm
All that I am and ever want to be
what she kisses twice
The Last Time
I'm seeing more rear end car wrecks in the year 2000
Richard
Hands
I sit looking at the traffic lights. The red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites
I've never seen a glacier up close, but I've touched your hand. It felt so cold.
What can I get for you? What do you need?
pieces of a good new man
The Serpent's Egg
What am I doing here when I could be swimming with the dolphins?
How to give your man a good backrub
Botanist
beginning
Thief
all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
fresh dark wet ink
I needed clever hands, an ear to whisper into
twin halves of one august event
Cold hands, warm hearts. Handfasting in London, wertperch and grundoon together.