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"Between our houses, the grand mimosa wraps in a newly blushed boa, her scent making drunkards of the insects. Soon I will be unable to see the asylum you have named "home". I will not see him wearin..."

"I knew even thenwhen our connection was embryonic,you offering love gratis and a tangle of berries twined round your fingersI would surrender to youreyes, oceans the color of truthrocking and lulling ..."

"Victim to birds, starfish, andsnails who drill with fiendishtongues to suck your innards.They never know the magicharbored in those gray walls,where drops of moon are spun to riches from yoursuffering..."

"Fruit of woman conjuring beauty in second skin, enticing lovers to peel the layers and squeeze pulp to fine wine. Even Eve had a fig leaf. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 02:31 AM PST ..."

"Here we chose to root ourselves, where sun and shadow pepper rich earth, where grass is more than a crack in the asphalt; My children will grow free of the city's black fist that plucks morals like f..."

"These quiet nights when you fall to slumber in grottos of silent pleasure, starlight filtering through tattered blinds to freckle your skin, I lie awake drunk with moon and the fluid lines of your f..."