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post #63
bio: mina
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12/13/2005
04:00

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Favorite Things
drinking
· red wine, for the people.
listening
· for donnie's knock at the door
watching
· out for donnie



love/lust/sex/chocolate

Category List
barely legal
love/lust/sex/chocolate



taunting astronauts
(on lunacy)


The moon, manless, has no thought
For its beauty
It waxes and wanes
As geometry dictates.

Not you (or those whom you sought):
Stuck on Beauty.
You act and abstain
As society dictates.

Ah, bella luna: tugging tides, inspiring poems,
Taunting astronauts:
It could be said to do these
If it were not a lump of rock.

Oh but you, bella baby: heaving sighs, and still you're
Taunting astronauts
And those caught in your orbit.
If only you were a lump of rock.

On Earth, its path is carefully tracked,
Noted, calculated, observed.
But the Moon needs no map
Only the pulls of gravity.

On Earth, your gravity kept me intact,
Emoted, stimulated, conserved.
But You refusing to ever look back
If only you would; Love You (Miss Me?)



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