Night's Soft Breath

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Thursday, August 17, 2006

Abu Gharib

Cold and naked those who are standing wait to be told to move in front of their kneeling peers embarassed by the arousal of heat from pursed lips close to their penis Hafeed's knees ache from kneeling on the urine soaked floor repulsed by feeling the heat of this man's penis close to his lips he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Journey Entry

Journey Entry everything is wild, undetermined these mummy wrappings are unraveling fast in the rough wind as I fly away in George's car looking out at cow fields and feeling the spiraling color of uncerainty my soul is letting out its large, white sail I have been opened like a spiritual sieve and... Sign in to see full entry.

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poem draft, not finished yet

The night is soft and quiet it breathes the soft breath of lovers spent after loving tonight, in the quiet din of your room you murmur sacred tongues to me and baptize my brow with gentle, furtive kisses whispering my name softly, like a prayer I can feel the healing tenderness of your warm, dry... Sign in to see full entry.

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