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He has

Curly Jewish leg hair

Not like his

Straight dark hair

thin calves

but strong.

Curved buttocks

Thick, up to his smallish back

Slick 

and smooth.

Olive skin

long nose

dark hair

dark eyes and lashes

so long

so thick

luxurious and luscious and lusty.

Your middle name shall be lust

and I’ll read the spaces between your letters

and tear you with my passion.

Rise for me

as the waves rise to the moon

I’ll be your lady of the night.

My pale round curves thrust up against your dark 

straight lines

as the curved, waning moon does press against

Her nightly lover;

the rich, foreign sky.

 

You are my man

be my lover

and let us proclaim our love

as the moon and night do:

With shameless abandon.

 

Reveal to me your passion,

man with the olive skin. 

That Guy Over There

That guy

Over there

Silly boy asks for poems

And so I write-

You won’t expect-

 

That guy

Over there

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

 

Don’t know him

But I will try

 

Can’t understand everything

But I will try

 

He is mine; I am his

Pure truth in statements

Some searing path in a sigh-

 

But

I

Don’t

Know

Everything

 

Search and learn and maybe let go

I will hold on with the tips of my fingers

Near or far

Far or near

Here you are

 

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

In my heart

Nestled deep

 

He is mine

You are mine

Are is will be-

Mine?

 

~LA