Body

A few minutes more

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A few minutes more

I’m sure I could thinner or stronger
If I only had a few minutes longer.
As it is, the sex is too good
To focus on loathing the way that I should.

I know there areas where I am slacking.
With a few minutes more I could see where I’m lacking.
As it is, my lover’s hands are too good
To hate my shortcomings the way that I should

I sense my defections. Trust me, it’s true.
I could voice them if given a minutes or two.
As it is, I just don’t have time to spare
From the lips who tell me I just shouldn’t care.

My timeline is finite and I know the score –
I will not be given a few minutes more,
As it is, live loving and do not repent
Now that what I would call time well spent!

One Place to Start Loving Myself

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One Place to Start Loving Myself

Today it will be the top of my calf.
It’s a good place to start.
A place to start loving myself.
You’re not so bad, top of calf
You have an elegant curve.
You haven’t been sore today.
You let me jump a few inches off the ground in cardio
With you on my side,
I might not be so bad
So unappealing
So doomed…
It’s a start.

Momentary Glitch

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I am focused.

I am paying attention.

I am listening carefully.

Blink.

I am caught in a moment where I can see your eyes

And I wonder whether we’re sharing the same thought

Which has absolutely nothing to do with where we are

And everything to do with where we could be

A place with hands, earlobes, and sensitive wrists

Where we trace eternal patterns on temporary skin

Rehash old, Baroque pleasures with a new bass line

Feel our precious hearts hum in heat and happiness

Rediscover that which was always there

Stretched behind a knee, or the side of a belly

Blink.

I am focused.

I am paying attention.

I am listening carefully.

 

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I have a longer version of this poem – but I cut it down to this one verse because otherwise it’s not really momentary glitch. The longer this poem stretches, the more it becomes a coding issue, rather than a bug 😉