Maybe you thought I would exaggerate
the fire of the stars
the fire of the wet wood burning by
the waterside
the fire of the fuck the sudden move
you made me make
to meet you
(fire)
BABY
I do not exaggerate and
if
I could
I would.
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a nice poem for tonight
After All Is Said And Done - June Jordan
Maybe you thought I would forget about the sunrise
how the moon stayed in the morning time a lower lip
your partly open partly spoken mouth
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