Love poems from the notes app on my phone ~
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6b2
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you two are the feel of the air
on a cool night resting upon oak trees
of the radiating warmth of
yesterday's styrofoam cup
filled with fresh coffee before a drive
you're the pink bands in the early night sky
you're the moon that blends into
the broad light blue dusk
you're lunch with a friend
you're a greeting from a stranger
you're the microbes in the soil after it rains
you're the sun in the morning that wakes
me up like a hand running through my hair
you make me happy and safe and warm
bunk bed
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there's a cat in the wall
in a good way
and I just climbed into bed
and there's a frog with his belly
pressing against the glass
and I sat around with new friends
mixed signals
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birds as forms in the distance
something in the leafless tree in the cove
walking between the piers
blue jeans in a pile by where he stands
and a heron standing out there
climbing clumsily down to the surface of the water
in my underwear
hanging onto the steel bars of the dock
slipping against algae on the plastic
encouraging him to drop in, to slip in
finally lowers down
the muscles in my arm unwinding
free my body slipping turning breathing
he and i or just two forms, us or them
language fails or a personal failing
held in the cold water
last glow of sun fades from the sky
walking home, out of breath, mixed signals
lake
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warmth in the cold lake
nothing but my arms to rely upon
i might have drowned
boys in lakes, calls from trains,
boston planes
the responsible human todo list
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not a poem just shit I have to do lol
call a tailor
call the district court of bumfuck nowhere missouri
ok maybe this is a poem
call about haircuts
visit people
city trees
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I read an article about the
pulse nightclub
shooting again
though I knew it wasn't
what I needed
wasn't good for me
it said that was five years ago
five years ago I was seeing
someone and nobody knew
five years ago I was looking for
a book or something to get him
five years ago I'd sit with him
talk with him
five years ago I was thinking
about city trees worming up
through uneven pavement
five years ago
fourty-nine people were shot to death
in a nightclub
memoriam
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You feel like
the sun feels on my neck
like the kayak feels
against the lake
like a blanket after a long day
like fireworks from the freeway
butterflies
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whoooosh!
slanted verbage not my best
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I wish there were words to
describe male beauty
that didn't feel like substitutes.
you're the plants on our porch
you're the cat in the window
you're the sunrise over the lake
from the car on the bridge
you're not a twink or a twunk
or a cub or a bear
you're warm light through a sunroof
cold air on a spring morning
side hugs, smiles, leaves of grass
chest
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the warmth of his chest
the security of his embrace
the smile on his face
the muscles in his back
the drape of his shirt
the nape of his neck
sweater
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I really like your watch face
and your sweater
not that watch, your watch
not that sweater, your sweater
and by the way, I really like
seeing you again
being next to you again
laughing with you again
talking again
summer
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love that invites a discus
love that excites a river
love that forms flowered crowns
before the wind blows
or the currents drive
or the monsters threaten
I might kiss you three hundred
thousand times, and never be sated
where reeds grow
where hyacinths bloom
where chaplets originate
where plato keeps to politics
we two boys together clinging
we two boys together clinging
drowned
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Hephaestion's ashes reached Babylon
Hyacinth fell
Antinous drowned
phone calls
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i called the cops
because you told me that you didn't want to live anymore.
i never showed them your note.
i called someone
because you took too many pills
and said that you didn't want to live anymore.
i texted you saying that i didn't want to live anymore.
you didn't call anybody.
washcloth
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i hate the yellow washcloth in your dresser drawer
with the blood stains and the razorblade.
intervals
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i though about not writing poems anymore
and it's been awhile
feeling like they were too self-referential
too confused by imagined audiences
and they weren't good anyway
but this one is for him
met briefly in winter, connected
i feel lightheaded and
i didn't smoke at all and
he's leaving town in a few days
sleep tight ~
long distance
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i'll be back in a church in november
as my sister holds her new son
and my kid cousin is engaged
everyone texts me
everyone tells me to settle down
echoing like a threat
or else, or else
or else i'll be sad and old and lonely
and i think of you three thousand miles away
and i'm sad and old and lonely
i want to be a stone in your hand that you pull
from the river
peace
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wandering cities
when shapes rose up
and took me over
covered in clover -
hyacinths and daisies
patroclus holds achilles
to a cousin underground
dona nobis pacem
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