ButterflyPart I. Something of the vulnerability of butterflies in heat weighty wings, shifting draft, in soft despairing beats Cocoon, cocoon Blood red, maroon They greet in many-legged massages kissing antennas by the light of the moon. Cocoon, cocoon Pitch black, and soon I'll join the dance, so sweet, of pocket-sized angels in heat.Butterfly
Part II. Put me in your pocket lock me up, take me out just to look at me. Butterfly, butterfly Die, lovely, die Your wings dissolve like mint on my tongue I fade in your throat Let me die, let
LoverI write this poem while waiting Waiting, waiting, waiting Waiting for my lover Lover, lover, lover So we can touch each other Touch each other, touch each other And wait no more More, more, lover, moreLover
AmokI ravaged Sires and Lords Severed collars and cords Reaped the heartstrings of fools Led the arts to the chamber of gold.Amok
Who would challenge a goddess amok? Who would catch the whip and tug? Who would stare directly into the blinding sun? Who would kiss the heat of a smoking gun?
Be my strings To pull My joys To bathe My whispers To chuckle My weapons To caress
Knives in the bed Lovers' backs impaled Spiders in the flour Guests chocked on blood Darkness in
Quick BoyQuick boy Witty and slick, boy Looking for your moment of Pleasure Lock me up and keep me In your fairy-tale chest Where angels woo you to your sleep And dreams lull your comfort home to shore Blind to all the shipwrecks that scatter chests of Gold.Quick Boy
Quick boy Rapid arrows Shooting from your mouth Dipped in nectars Sickly sweet It thickens the blood It slows the flood And down, then, that river Quicker you go.
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<**> Elizabeth Rockett <**>
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one by one my leaves fall;
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