Poems on the topic: bed

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Dave Bonta

Adam and Eve

in bed we expect a great still music we are the original text that others quote imperfectly this old news of our loss

Dave Bonta

such troubled quiet in a rose how the held-up hands cry what shall we do I have given my life for nothing to be flung down on a bed

Dave Bonta

I get a prodigious kick out of shame my own hands foul my fingers let me suffer for it a little let me make my own afternoon bed

Dave Bonta

setting sun with ravens a most admirable music we fell into rare life and then to bed

Dave Bonta

sand is good and simple the only thing like a thing since the wine bar oysters brought me to bed

Dave Bonta

little to whistle about in her winter linen like a cold surgeon curing us of all unnecessary dust and ease

Dave Bonta

fire is the backward uniform of buildings fire tells me my question is only a common cry when you came O falcon to my bed

Dave Bonta

a change to my past is the price of visions one long look under the bed will be true tomorrow

Dave Bonta

my stockings walk to white noon cover the world with a hired ground useful things to air like a cheap bed

Dave Bonta

O my legs be still be off to my wife to bed

Dave Bonta

night rose let me go to bed and tie my hands I might be old but I could endure

Dave Bonta

is night the same ever since we were in town that wrought our time in one drop into a different make of bed

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