Tag Archives: 1991

One Violet Rose

This poem was written Feb. 16, 1991. I suddenly had an image of a light purple rose lying on a pillow and created this. One Violet Rose laid upon my pillow as I came waltzing in on a string of … Continue reading

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Pygmalian

This poem was written Feb. 20, 1991. You are most beautiful And my love for you      is strong As strong as the stone      from which you are made Voluptuous      and cold Smooth      and hard Your marble curves      carefully           lovingly made … Continue reading

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Hunger

Written Feb. 15, 1991. Feed me      I’m hungry Hungry for      Knowledge           Love                Understanding Am I a gaping wound      or a black hole? The analogy is moot      when compared to           my hunger                my need                     my desire Help me      I’m drowning drowning … Continue reading

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Wanting

This poem was an experiment … pushing my comfort level with expressing sexual desire. It was written February 20, 1991. Let my lips enfold you      like petals about the stamen Let my hand caress you      like the ocean           caresses the … Continue reading

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Vampire

This poem was written February 8, 1991. A soul tormented filled with desire he cannot fulfill Filled with love he cannot express for in that moment when the teeth pierce the life flow and in a wave of passion      pain … Continue reading

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Perfect Boyfriend

Written February 28, 1991. Be my daddy      and take care of me Be my lover      and love me Be my brother      Be my friend           Be my everything Let me be who I am      Who I want to be      and tell … Continue reading

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We Could Be Soulmates

This poem was written Feb. 8, 1991. At the time I had a crush on one of my co-workers, a compact, handsome Indian man named Sanjay. He had the cutest nose! I wrote quite a few poems while I had … Continue reading

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