Your a lost soul, and only God can judge you! Poetry isn't for everyone Home The feel of your beautiful brown skin sliding against mine; it's oh so good and super fine. I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the secrets that border, The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the shit that resides far beneath the surface, Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist. Your baby is crying tears, for you can hear.
On the bus, she tells me about a memory jogged by reading Frida Kahlo's diary. I'm a grinning because I'm winning, The trust of the child within. Speaking of watery substances, his wisdom keeps flowing: Call for me through eternity, and I will always be there. The Erotic Poems by Ovid ,.
The Erotic Poems by Ovid
And so his recent poems and books continue to be much easier to evade than confront. His poems however do reveal a steady structure. One quick about Ovid's style. The unexpected brevity of the work wasn't too distressing, I must say, as it gave me time to go back through underlines and notes, as well as look up names of gods and legends to which the author alludes, that I don't immediately recognize. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond… "Wild Nights — Wild Nights! There are several lines of this poem that stand out as beautifully crafted. You have traveled further into me, with me, beyond yourself to me, You have crossed boundaries that encase me, enclose me, Opened doors to new worlds, beneath new suns which know no settings, Now you can cross oceans, you will not leave me, A void like the silent shell on the shore.
Kinky Black History Month, edition: Dipped in gold went perfectly with her skin tone. But as Myles told me in a recent interview for Interview Magazine: To love you is like having a luscious fruit ripening in my hand, Like having dates swimming in my honey wine. Just another relationship that doesn't work out.