Tag Archives: love

the dance

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

lipsticked she slow-danced tonight with two boys & I remember that magic on the edge of 13 when something in the center of the chest buds & begins to open she asked me tonight if I still like dancing or … Continue reading →

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apocalypse poem #1

Posted on December 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

sorry I have no lengthy to-do list to complete days before the apocalypse & plan to do nothing apart from the usual business of living though I  might make love to you with more urgency than usual, straining to imprint some hint … Continue reading →

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unvarnished

Posted on November 21, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

if i parse myself in pieces they never add up to pretty still, this skin that burns and never tans is the same that sings under your hands & my lips’ bare thinness parts to let tongues twine in a … Continue reading →

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another love poem without the word in it

Posted on November 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

before babel maybe there was a word for this me you raise not from anything dead but sleeping & deep this me that answers & opens throating every word ever spoken in any language

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11 types of pain

Posted on November 9, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are 11 types of pain classified by tissue, type & frequency but I find nowhere written 1 that equals the knife twist of your absence

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love (i have lost count)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

the oaks are naked now their last rags wind-stripped & though my breath is a seen thing i know heat this side of winter somehow you have made me less november & more something that blooms

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losing by degrees (what we don’t give up)

Posted on October 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there are degrees of loss, of forgetting & misplacing that span a hunt for car keys to that final tearing away of death we need different words for separations because some carry more weight, like that yielding we call sacrifice & own only in the … Continue reading →

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