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By the crude hammer of a hundred rejections My heart is shaped, a beggar for love now turned to stone My bark is now thick, like leaves of mis..

On Your Flower Quilted Bed I would unpackage you like a lonely fruit To take a bite, to take a bite of you! No room to peel your skin Let me jus..

The prayers I make will be more of me Than the actions I didn’t take, the looks downturned One humbl..

Ravished, by all that the heart considers just Yet hungry for the joys of true simplicity My soul can find no stair to you No haunted hallway ..

Abashed I am my sweets, at the origin of hermits Darlings, this is what a recluse has But soft and pretty flowers of the mind! And faith, O&rs..

Last night, in private, I sought your hands Them small easy executing pleasurable fingers I softly whispered in your ear, to no avail I waited ..

Death, sweetheart, remind me of thy ancient sting? When all that is mortal is again dear-bright! Void of story, empty of narrative I live witho..

On some old suburban square Winter has come, her winds design on me That time’s triumphs and arcs of defeats Should come undone, for me t..

The whole morning we were full of joy How full of joy, enough for an interlude With the huge sun higher than thorns Stone leaves and flowers th..

The Stony Eyes of the Lions Stare At You Stop, passer-by, read your Sentence to oblivion, private time Where in a sea of personal emotion ..