by Stephen Jarrell Williams
Languid in your bed
almost asleep
belly shirt
and nothing else
sheet tangled
around one leg
seeing the unseeable
hazy vision
tell me
you spied
on our mystery
delaying only
our union
frenzy
and did we
smoke when it was over?
December 16, 2008
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- HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
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- & alarm bells keep ringing
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- PUMP AND LADDER
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- No Catchy Title
- Toe Salad
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- monarchy no more
- My Train
- I felt like a hamburger
- NOT YET, BUT SOON
- Goldpussy
- Fractured Like Thin Glass And Glued Together Again
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- The Lakeside Lounge
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