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Mar 03, 2009
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i've forgotten how to love him
Bukowski is playing with my mind today,
he's talking dirty to the Mary Magdalene in me,
and i've forgotten how to love him:
in every occasional dream,
he turns his back
for i have sent him away,
my fists unclench and
my mouth opens smiling,
i laugh in spite of myself
there are days when we should
stay in bed with words,
like restless fingers
roaming wild with passion.
he's talking dirty to the Mary Magdalene in me,
and i've forgotten how to love him:
in every occasional dream,
he turns his back
for i have sent him away,
my fists unclench and
my mouth opens smiling,
i laugh in spite of myself
there are days when we should
stay in bed with words,
like restless fingers
roaming wild with passion.
— Kailashana, Mar 03, 2009
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themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Anna...
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
I hate not being in love.
yenti
17 years 3 months ago
Sleep on young Lady
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
Hi Ian, sometimes life seems
yenti
17 years 3 months ago
a
Cloudthings
17 years 3 months ago
Superb write
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
O my, Anni! ….and I love
R.M.Shanmugam
17 years 3 months ago
The last stranza well
Kailashana
17 years 3 months ago
Thank you Shan… always