November 2nd, 2003

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I Had It For A Moment

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I Had It For A Moment

I had it for a moment
I knew why I must thank you
I saw powerful governing men in black suits
I saw them undressed
in the arms of young mistresses
the men more naked than the naked women
the men crying quietly
No that is not it
I'm losing why I must thank you
which means I'm left with pure longing
How old are you
Do you like your thighs
I had it for a moment
I had a reason for letting the picture
of your mouth destroy my conversation
Something on the radio
the end of a Mexican song
I saw the musicians getting paid
they are not even surpised
they knew it was only a job
Now I've lost it completely
A lot of people think you are beautiful
How do I feel about that
I have no feeling about that
I had a wonderful reason for not merely
courting you
It was tied up with the newspapers
I saw secret arrangements in high offices
I saw men who loved their worldiness
even though they had looked through
big electric telescopes
they still thought their worldiness was serious
not just a hobby a taste a harmless affectation
they thought the cosmos listened
I was suddenly fearful
one of their obscure regulations
could separate us
I was ready to beg for mercy
Now I'm getting into humiliation
I've lost why I began this
I wanted to talk about your eyes
I know nothing about your eyes
and you've noticed how little I know
I want you somewhere safe
far from high offices
I'll study you later
So many people want to cry quietly beside you.

July 4, 1963
- Leonard Cohen
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There Are Delicacies

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There Are Delicacies

there are delicacies in you
like the hearts of watches
there are wheels that turn
on the tips of rubies
& tiny intricate locks

i need your help
to contrive keys
there is so little time
even for the finest
of watches

Scarborough 1965
- Earle Birney
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Wanting

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Wanting

Wanting
to be broken
utterly
split apart with a mighty tearing
like an apple broken
to unfold
the delicate open veined petal pattern
inside the fruit

I am arrogant
knowing
what I can do
for a man

I am arrogant
for fear
I may be broken
utterly open
and he not see
the flower shape of me

- Pat Lowther
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Bluebeard

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Bluebeard

I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study.

- Sylvia Plath
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Fragile

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Fragile

Fine. If that's the way you want it.
I will walk away with all the finality
and coldness you accuse me of, but
it won't be what you expect ---
a retaliation, a scene, a tangle.
It will be your jaw
flapping like an archaic flag
limp with contemplation.

- Jewel Kilcher