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Tag Archives: love
faith (a cinquain)
shameless with purest joy he defiantly loves, no altar fit to hold or burn his gift
al(but not quite)most
You brought perfume for Valentine’s day, but it was Jovan’s Musk for Men, and because it wasn’t as bad or as permanent as tattooing my name dark blue, misspelled, right where your neck fuses into your chest, that clavicular arc I … Continue reading
Clay (final)
for T If I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to … Continue reading
Clay (take 2)
for T If I could, I would make this A measurable thing; I would breathe into it My spirit, animate this vessel While it is unwedged potential Balanced in my palms, Before that slap and press So similar to a … Continue reading
Clay
for T If I could, I would make this a palpable thing, weigh and shape yearning like clay wheeled into fantastic forms, hollowed by hands and glazed with promises only you hear. Something this big resists firing but withstands heat. Try … Continue reading
rather like gilgamesh
Rather like Gilgamesh I need a man not yet made a stone brother to match strength to strength so I remember (after the earth quiets from our meeting) something of gentleness
Last minute
Tonight I take the last bag of candy from the pharmacy shelf colored red and pink and wrapped separately so my son can sign his name with his novice four letters 24 times because that’s me, always on the cusp … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 