THE LENGTH to Edna St. Vincent Millay
Life is so long
In the lit phantasm
Of dulled rooms
With studied glances
We take all we can
In enormous amounts
And never once sit or lay–
To slow down or stop
The candle burns so brightly
At both ends indeed
We never get scorched
Unintentionally!
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I AM LOVING LOVING YOU
From a distance,
We both know we’ll never cross the line.
We both remember
When people surrender to the lover’s trance,
They lose their ability
To add and subtract.
We both wish that I was younger
Or, you, older,
To ensure a developmental foundation
On which to base our lust.
But that’s not going to happen.
So, to love you from a distance
Is the most erotic pose;
Even when my glances catch yours
With the sad eyes of a beggar.
So, all through the night
I am loving loving you
From across the smoky room.
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SHE IS FIGHTING LOVE
Like a dangerous promotion in a job she hates
Which would lock her into
Routine and ennui
Pushing her into an oblivious race
For time and tranquility
She is fighting love because it owns her now–
Penetrates each particle of bone marrow
And tissues her in,
With its indulgence and fortitude
She is fighting love
However deep or done
An entity in which she reluctantly swims
Diving endlessly into the foam
Rusty Truck 