i have no goddamn home
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God’s Gift of Woman
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Sips of Coffee, Sometimes Tea: taste of cloves
Note: Going through old boxes, one finds a red, faded notebook, Sips of Coffee, Sometimes Tea, a collection of poems written at Spiderhouse in Austin.
taste of cloves
greetings Sampoerna, 1913
kiss my lips with your flavor
don’t hesitate, be blunt in action
–need me as i need you
introduce the eastern spice
the dark, aromatic creature
feasting with joy
and
savor my tongue
become me, grow in me
