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Midas Touch

               Midas Touch He wants to make his lovers glow like gold, Except that gold is tame.  He wants to make them Glow, gold eternity, that makes them scold The lesser beauties.  He will lift the hem Of death since it is only thin gold rags And find beyond it...

Star Bursts

                Star Bursts He doesn’t want to shoot down stars or blast At them at all.  He doesn’t think that he Can boost the sky with something better, vast As his desire might be.  That French marquis Is not at all his pattern.  What he wants To shoot is...

Inner Space Exploration

Inner Space Exploration Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A lover has a comet for each hand; Five  comets, finger comets with each touch. Each finger gives a hint more like a brand Waved near a part of...

Black Regrets–Sénanque

                      Black Regrets–Sénanque Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He holds a postcard in his hand.  The view Is of an abbey high in chalky hills (Provençe).  The abbey there of...

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The armpit hair of spirits is too dark For women.  Females do not like to think Of it or get a glance of it as stark As...

iOvid

               iOvid Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem What Ovid did two thousand years ago, The World Wide Web has lately caught up with. He did it many, many times.  The slow Web has, at last,...