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| What Hermes Does With Lingerie From K-Mart | ||
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First the cattle theft, then the tortoise tricked into dinner and death. Not sex. He said a 'linguistic mediator' meant the way he took my knickers off, the ones I bought for him transparent black for $12.99 at K-Mart. These days i budget, try to live within my means although it appears life is nothing without unconscious messages complete yet beautifully indiscreet a trickster tasting the language of seeds splashing his fingertips like semen after phone sex. I know he touches himself. Hermes, I hear him speak inventively about my lingerie from K-Mart when he listens to me masturbate and my knickers are nowhere to be found. _____________ |
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| What Aphrodite Said To Hermes Regarding The Imagined Crutch | ||
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Imagine candle wax saturated with blood-guilt the dance of innocence exploding the kiss her hands around his neck finger nails trailing the spinal pathway to darkness when Aphrodite unzips his fly eager in her search where are her transparent black knickers bought for him at K-Mart then giftwrapped in a poem soaked with divine messages to Hermes lying naked in bed he imagines the crutch of a virgin the purity of white stretched translucently his natal cleft spread her tongue plunges the nylon where Hermes' orgasm creams the double-stitched crutch split open in her mouth. _____________ |
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| White As Camphor | ||
| He melts the moon in his head catches white as camphor breath her scent tracing faraway thoughts at the back of his throat, the five fold sacrament a slight blue note sounding softer than the husky 2am voice stepping quietly into the street celibate and unable to sleep with cloudy dreams of snow dissolving phosphorescent light he can never describe all the shades marrying him to the death wish of his bride. _____________ |
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| The Light House | ||
| Not dark enough to be bohemian the house, a camouflage of stolen spray cans, thread bare carpet granny green stained with someone else's minor tragedy of not quite getting things right until bones ache the shade of white washed wine spilt down the cracked walls perforated by fragile hips and lower limbs lengthened for something that doesn't require using the ladder to illuminate the light bulb blown against her outstretched finger tips swinging beyond the skin of contemplation no ghost would care to disguise. _____________ |
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| 2am Confessions | ||
| your confessions saturate the wings of the carrion-bird like a premature funeral rite for a dead god his voice hovers over your head in the temple of music and sweat and you think that Orpheus is drenching your skin with the first wedded night of a lover's death slipping between the sheets and remembered as a sacred oath when loneliness embraces 2am and wakes the resurrection when the sky is cracked with your voice and the moon has turned to stone silenced by the clamp of claw and hand the worship of broken demand _____________ |
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| Salty Stars | ||
| The smell of your sweat is like washing your name in sand, sprinkled on my alter of trashy gods. I've seen the illustrations in pillow books from India and Nepal. The courtesans wear brightly colored make-up, the men enter drug-induced trances. They're undressing for sex, and I wonder if they'll taste the salty star of armpits, if they'll lick every drop of dew from every crevice, every fold, every hole I've plunged my darting tongue into. _____________ |
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| Lucrezia Smiles In The Dark | ||
| bound and gagged, tormented hips shimmy as the idol of the vatican hangs upside-down splitting her renaissance sides till tears wet her unblemished face when she watches ophelia pretending to drown in the waterhouse picture framed by the girl in the coffin of her room. empty aluminum cans and cigarette butts cram bowls of broken shells corrupting the solitude sliding under the locked doors of swollen eyelids shut as furious hands slip between the space dreaming the slap of his cock presses against the creamy paleness of her ass rising in the fugitive dark. _____________ |
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is an Australian poet whose work is widely published in print and online literary journals including Poetrix, Hobo, SideWalk, Southerly, Famous Reporter, Stirring, Mindkites, and others. " I'm currently working on a collection of erotica, and also collect, admire, erotica in all it's myriad shapes and forms. " _____________ Alison Daniel :: lucrezia11@hotmail.com _____________ What Hermes Does With Lingerie From K-Mart first published in AnotherSun White As Camphor first published in Stirring 2am Confessions first published in Southern Ocean Review Salty Stars first published in Eclectica Lucrezia Smiles In The Dark first published in Clean Sheets _____________ 2am Confessions © 2000 Alison Daniel |
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