Tag Archives: AJB

Linea Libra

Posted on 27 April, 2009 by

Your skin is a transmission; a message speaking of days spent at the easel and loves that touched you. A small silhouette sits on the cover of your bookish back. I can read your name in the notches of your … Continue reading →

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We’re two blossoms on the same bare and lonesome branch

Posted on 17 March, 2009 by

I tried to write a sestina for you but I didn’t like it; the words I selected had stood grumbling like party guests that didn’t get along. If a transmission is to be sent, it’s easiest to write unencrypted, spelled … Continue reading →

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In Spring it is the dawn

Posted on 9 February, 2009 by

I knew when you sat down. It’s strange to think it’s been a year since I landed that first kiss, and a year since you waltzed through my door and confessed you wanted me to be your boyfriend. My hands … Continue reading →

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Paintings like prairie fires

Posted on 1 February, 2009 by

Whose hands are these? that cover over other points of light standing on white canvasses. Who makes them green? Who holds the brushes? What colors doe she use? She fills the white spaces on the floor like water fills a … Continue reading →

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At least just leave a light on

Posted on 21 December, 2008 by

I’ve been thinking about you, mostly. Your eyes, your lips, your neck, your voice, your hands(!!!), your beautiful, wonderful little body!, your heart… how much I want to sit in bed with you, kiss you… read with you. Read to … Continue reading →

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It goes so fast

Posted on 19 December, 2008 by

You are learning to juggle. The trick is to have them all fall in place. You are learning to live. And the same rules apply. I learn so much from you when you learn. I can taste the light touch … Continue reading →

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Being what is said you sing

Posted on 5 October, 2008 by

Alli, I’ve struck at this point for weeks as gingerly as can a man with a sword but not a proper sword-arm, and none to be got between here and India anyway, and those to be had sold by that … Continue reading →

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A girl in the hand is worth two under the table

Posted on 30 September, 2008 by

I can depend on my mother’s charity and the stupidity of mankind… Relying on the tides to rise and recede and the birds to chirp and the squirrels to nibble noisily on things sitting in the branches of some tree … Continue reading →

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