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I want to write
an erotic poem
in which raw words, unadorned,
become beautiful
where metaphors are unnecessary
and breasts, for instance,
do not become hills
nor a woman’s body a sultry landscape
nor intercourse ‘the most intimate embrace’.

It’s quite clear
this poem is written in the space
between exposure and concealment
between hypocrisy and true feeling.

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Robert

My son still uses Axe, but not like he did a few years ago (when I would sometimes have to open wiodnws and turn on fans when it was below freezing).After riding BART for 15 years I can’t stand any of that stuff. I fled the Treehouse in a hurry when a certain avian ancestor would start on the topic. No asthma, just sick to the stomach.

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