Phone Call
though the mocking wire
slew the greenness of your voice
The vibrant plastic
struck my ear crying
and if only this clay machine
owned me
Next the actual mouth of you
I'd have fled in your breath
frail as dandelion.
Al Fowler
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I Want You
i want you
under open sky
the sun in your
forehead & spread hair
the grass around your thighs
making no mistakes
of roundness
i want you in
water & the air
i want you
as long as there is
ocean
on the same earth
i want the
feel of under you
a planet
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