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I wish I could remember
you sleeping
seems to me you were always
awake when I stumbled
to consciousness
awake and writing
I felt for the phone, dailled two, room service
golden
your long curved back
absorbed you reached behind
and clamped my left breast
the other hand
inscribed wet notes on the lions
Sicilian outrageous
grand mechanisisisms
melodious
infamy
my right breast
triggered the secret door behind
the innocent, panelling in my library
your immediate cormorants
oh, my mercy
transcendental work
is going on
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This is a stunning display of word artistry jewel, with a dash a joy tossed in. I've put you on my blog roll, if that's okay with you. :)
Oh Val! Thanks so much. I am returning the flavour.
xJen
It is word artistry indeed. Congratulations! Jen Jewel Brown, on being included in Best Australian Poetry 2009 (ed Robert Adamson). The Bob has such fantastic taste in poetry! You should be proud as a penguin.
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