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by Nicole Kline
slip down my rainy ash parade,
makes paste, makes pigeon-feather
pillows
like smarties all a-smother
in the snow,
and me, i like neck-ties,
nooses
(i like it when you hand
me cuffed
to the bed, and you run
your, oh, your tongue
up the inside of my thighs
and down my
back, and, oh the way you
kiss my feet,
how's heaven sound like
for dessert)
pissin' penny dreams away,
we'll show the world that
the way we think
may not be our usual thinks
but, you're not seeing
us as people, just as costumes
in an old parade...
quiet
by Nicole Kline
quiet. thick, like a duvet.
tucks us in at night. bad
dreams,
bad dreams. i thrash. quiet.
cold, like m-m-marble. touch
my lips,
but doesn’t defrost. i shiver.
quiet. smooth, like my skin.
touching yours. naked. making,
making you. no love involved,
no love, passion. quiet.
intimate, like lingerie.
tight
to the floor. when we’re
in,
we know it. we’re out.
quiet. final, like sunset.
pink, oh,
so pink, with yellow. paints
my city,
like dali. paints my heart,
paints words,
i’m cummings. but quiet,
those quiet sunsets,
just pave the road for night,
to paint her sunrise,
paint her morning.
(she knows she’s ending,
but remembers
to begin again...she’s got
time. she owns forever.)
gripping
by Nicole Kline
the way you look at me, even
in
a crowded room, sends shivers
down my spine...like you
just
ran a single, soft finger
up the
inside of my thigh, or gently
flecked you
tongue against my temple,
taking a slow
tour of my face. and
as you walk closer,
i can feel every breath
you take...
like you're exhaling on
my naked
skin, blowing your beauty
on my
stomach, in my navel, around
bare breasts,
stopping to admire nipples.
and as you
step to me, gripping my
neck and
kissing me softly, i'm lost
in hazel passion
sweet and sensual...and
i make love
to you all day. |