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by Lesli Sample
Sometimes I just want to 'SfhfSper some sweet music
(Opus 111) is youf eat
So 1 can see the melody shining in your eyes
'ITien watch it trill dowfi to jouf lips in the form of
As you recognize the distinct TOfd/notes of my poem/song
'Cause every time f happen to «cc you
One of the first lips
And know immedliB||P||||p^% no “Adagio’-something
And no compos^:|;pl|i|il||;r^ your ear
Sometimes I jus||i||||ii|ilfc
As if fm unwrappllgfiilpldiP^ is going to
'iTien peel off the gold foil
Just so 1 can ^ afbsr the rain
'Cause each ioi^rei^ to each sharp
verdant blade ■
As if in anticipffii®:|iiii|g^^^^ the tender/
ticklish fiesh of
Sometimes 1 myself
And utilize alltSf^i^ipliitiijliih^
(An impatient M||lsipfc^BillS^ for a tardy
Seeing enlight)shgd:;|iii|fegsv^ when you close
y our? eyiiililfji®
Smelling wet #alp «npii ^iUi'th^ of a passerby (I
wondsgj'silllip I o®
Tasting Creststg:j(l|«^ kisses
'lliat for some:;p||i|^|||iSiiS
feeling the to my skin
'Cause I feel
Sometimes 1 just’want to iralk Tfth.jOv again at midnight
llirough another ffiiny fog-enoased aight
Alternately lau^fng/ctyteg/cofnm^Jfiicating without words
all thc^ vosiaji things
As we discuss -wiieyiief dierc ® justaifcation in the death
Swap stories aboul oar pcrec»ial violations
And wish that aS of the ksnans would dissipate like the
unsettling fog ’
'Cause in the nraRitng vheti the rais/the night/the fog
1 know I'll someho'«f bc at pC80C
Sometimes 1 just went lo be sway into slumber
Having been rocfed to «1ccp by dcep/dark stariy nights
The strains of a windswc^ kllabj sade more beautiful by
the ru«tli^ of IIk? t«5««
Creeping iti> way itilo tfic ^afciclden realm of my most
Where there is no vxt called hair (I shaved it
all off) I',
And I am the color of the Usat carried me to sleep in
its dark afflift
As well as the color of Ikt fie^ ftar and the million
brilliant colors it wiH aplit mjEsfligJit in two
And eve^one is in km iBth me/longing for my love
'Cause I have no hair color at the same time
being no cdi^|l
By Nichole King
Don't look into his eyes
to find yourself.
Don't look into reflections
to see who you are.
Look into your mind
and measure the worth
of your character there.
Look into your heart
and find an abiding self love.
Look into your spirit
and feel a conquering courage.
Then Little Qirl,
You will never feel empty
because you are complete
You need never fear
because your hands are capable
And you need never fear
standing with someone
because you are an individual.
c^nA the lonely train whistle
ns it wound its way
through long forgotten '^nlleys
'^nlleifs whose spirit snid
""J^s, little ^rother, ^ still do exist . .
in the henrts nnd minds
of those who wnnt."
of mg long dend, ^TZ^fricnn-slnvc ^Mher
come close nnd touch me
with silver-cooled fingers of light.
^ome close nnd soothe me
with wind-swept kisses of love.
^ench through mg window
nnd touch me
thnt yj would know you,
hold you, feel you now
nnd remember . . .
AS the lonely train whistle
winding its way
mist-hid '^nlleys nnd me . . .
/ Was Wrong
by Nina Spicer
Trust me. Little He.
Gleaming lights of gold
Overwhelming power of deceit
Hypocrisy, trust me
[swear to you. White He.
Pride of a Hon
Warmth of a spring day
Sham, I swear to you.
Qeversible like a coat
A tomato, both fruit and vegetable
Sweet and acidic
Treachery, I love you
Trust me I swear to you I love You