our desiring does this, make no mistake's Journal [entries|friends|calendar] our desiring does this, make no mistake Say we belong to each other. Say the same thing holds us holds us apart. Say we struggle to get in and stay in and not ever leave. Say for a change you are out and I am in and I have trees too your path gets lost in. --Robert Kelly [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

bunny ain't no kind of rider [Monday January 5th, 2015 at 10:41pm] [ music | her come on made me blush ] hey, you must be aware i'm not alone i've got a tigress back at home and besides you wouldn't know what to do with me. i need a lover with soul power, and you ain't got no soul power. the love of symmetry [185] comes from a vital need for balance

[Tuesday June 23rd, 2009 at 7:03pm] what am i supposed to do with this now? the love of symmetry [8] comes from a vital need for balance

[Wednesday December 24th, 2008 at 3:56pm] thirsty, like an open-mouthed fish at dawn dry your hands, remove your coat, recover quickly from the rain and stores covering their windows, closed doors for the evening—at least, come over warm your hands, hang your coat, pray the freshly distributed rain soaks the ground, gutters flooded, city tributary weaving between dead trees—cracking, leaves left hanging but the earth is not a cold, dead place—even, passerine feathered, rows tied to the sky, chained birds furl outward, arrow across shadows on the cold bodies of houses, house sparrows. the love of symmetry [12] comes from a vital need for balance

something new made from something old [Wednesday November 5th, 2008 at 1:35am] it was such a beautiful october, it was perfect. bobby is asleep beside me, soft skin and all. i might turn this thing in to class tomorrow. who knows. i'm exhilarated barack obama won the presidency, i believe in change for america, i believe in us, and yes, yes we can. here's to a better today and tomorrow, a beautiful november and more-- the love of symmetry [7] comes from a vital need for balance

nancy jean loved matisse, gauguin and bold colors, too [Monday October 13th, 2008 at 2:50pm] taken by nancy jean, at some unknown time and unknown place   plum-colored curtains her red yes and upside— down chair buried in sand look for longing, chalk sails crest in waves, turbulent fields on fire mint and sage-soaked thirds he and I met a           mouth open down to bones           psag psag psag breathing           white body heaves under           hospital blankets with           minutes left barely not           quite yet oh, god, please           press on lonely woman summer fields crushed later, snow momentarily breathing, and then— her fist in her mouth too late to save you, I imagine he lay you on the floor of his purple lit limosine and warmed your body before we bottled it years later shelved it and dressed it in wood what’s left:       old books, half my body, pots, mugs, couches and cats old ceramic carousel paper press­­— I’m sorry, mom, I have to let it go 1992 rib                 bon bon                                                        ed hor                                                se the love of symmetry [14] comes from a vital need for balance

learning to love you less [Wednesday September 17th, 2008 at 10:58am] i want knees pressed deep or fingers clawing at my back plush body in bed to tear up sheets with every turn toward the wall                                 his chipped tooth and want                                 to be with, to be, to— left out of it put on a pretty face, smile in the mirror, dress each lash in black - careful mourning salty contoured cheeks red-eyed, blushed-boned, what does one do with herself in times like these? wanting more than— yet, drinking cold water from a clean canteen dew left dripping down fingers nothing sounds better than the rain on our skin; one-bodied counting leaves on the front porch, listening             what is it about me in love             that makes men want to fight             so much, and             how to make it better— learning to love you less means taking out all my scarves for fall, wearing new bracelets and asking for                            dressing up, red dress and sleeping in a cold, cold bed the love of symmetry [40] comes from a vital need for balance

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