We spoke in the secret language of the saints and I let the darkness of your indiscretions wash away from me.
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That night we sat by the hotel pool and drank (quickly and viciously)
Yelled at each other about geography, liars, egg plant and sun tan lotion.
His mouth was an earthy dark void and I spun deep inside it
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So here I am. I’ve put the past in it’s place and I stand in front of you empty handed with dirty knees and the best of intentions.

My words slop into the end of a sentence
I moan small apologies into your hair.
I dig my heels into your jealousy
and make it a home for my heart.

the fog and the crisp wind burnt soft noise
full of wine and moaning love
counting all the leftovers and sunday mornings
hundreds of orgasms, regrets and hair cuts
rare lonely kisses, broken promises
my tragic weepy woman's heart pours

this is a chaotic ache


....
oh soft san francisco mornings
when you wake up, turn
and pull me against you
back under blankets


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marpessa wraped her soft puppy body around Idas
tossed her maiden head into the trash with the sunset
apollo brought down to his knees
gods break the same as men
soft and secretly

"He returned, sat at the feet of the whore."

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i know that look that josh gets in his eyes when he talks about god
the problem is that He never loved him right... but man, you don't want to be alone either
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i would like to be sixteen again. it was much more romantic. crawlin out windows to meet boys in the middle of the night, yelling at your mom about how she will never get you, endless afternoons out by the creek smoking pot out of soda cans, dreaming about escaping suburbia, and always driving your car too fast.
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joan said don't hide your light under a bushel but that's what im agonna do- stuff all that shine right back under my ribs and into my mouth and between my knuckles
so that my name will slink and slip away from your mind