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i am alive with the pleasures of the senses.
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I met my bellydance idol when I was in Berkeley this summer. I was at Peet's with my father and just by the counter was a small woman with the most amazing mane of black hair. I said, Shabnam? and she turned around with a smile that could have glowed in the dark. I said, I'm Jericha. And she knew me, she knew who I was, because she'd read my poetry here. This is, you understand, like coming to pay homage to Nefertiti (Nefertiti being the only possible comparison in this case) and having her n...
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Sun, September 9, 2007 - 4:07 PM
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summer rain, and your
Sat, September 8, 2007 - 10:15 PM
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body becomes a landscape, my hands the horses. or else heat rises from the dry landscape of your body. my hands taste of rain. or both.
it rained tonight and you weren't there. the lamps
Sat, September 8, 2007 - 10:09 PM
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were falling down in wet streaks. you were close by behind an unlocked door i couldn't see. i said to you it's raining. you made the phone crackle with your breath. i don't think i'll come outside you said. i'm a little tired. you understand that when i say it's raining i mean make love to me. you understand that last night i made you come three times. the first two times you tasted sweet. the third time bitter, like i'd drawn some... read more
she's painting her nails
Tue, May 1, 2007 - 1:52 PM
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the color of kelp forests in sunlight. she's wearing black lace leggings. her knees are drawn up against her warm chest. she's burning incense and the ashes are falling on her hair where the fading red tapers into brown. she has tapestries and brocade pillows. silver earrings from india. peacock feathers in a wine bottle with a pretty label. black and white photos. soft exotic music in the background. masks on the walls. beaded necklaces weighing down he... read more
i make a point of sitting where
Sun, April 29, 2007 - 7:33 PM
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i can catch glimpes of myself in the mirror when i read. each glance becomes a confirmation: you're beautiful. you being in this case me. as if there was ever any doubt. i don't have many fears and that's one i've never suffered from; those who disagreed were wrong, that's all. my inhabitance within my skin's a fierce one. so i used to be so lusty, in all the senses of the word. in all the senses. i didn't just wake up one morning and find ... read more
kaleidoscoping
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