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Poetry for MySpace

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Classic Poems

t o u c h

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body

octavia paz

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inspiring poetry for your myspace

twisted rose

She was pursued by a throng of suitors,
as his one shy rose
wooed her

with idling patience
in tentative
low gear,

but when he accelerated,
boastful,
certainly sure,

he flew preoccupied
off an unseen curve
and never returned.

Now a sculpture
of twisted petals
dance in sardonic curves

around a shrunken heart
in a vase
without water.
Rosa Torcida

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classical poetry for myspace

d e e p e r

He poured it in her ear, the idea

of him on top, slowing time down
to enter her, convincing her
that everything would stay between them,
with his back to the air
and her bottom on the mattress,
their motions surrounded by
the smell of love and fabric softener.

She wanted him behind her, a position
of trust, tossing aside suspicions
of what he might do behind her back
and how easily he could hide
who else he might be thinking of.

But he did not want to look over her shoulder,

he wanted to be in her eyes,
moving his hips in slow clock-
wise
rotation,

making the cold stone expression
on her face crumble.
She'd been wearing her countenance that way

since the first day they met,
after one lover refused to stay inside her
and another was so indecisive, she was forced
to mount the problem and dominate.
But no more.

And she cried because he did everything
he said he would do to her
but when he was finished, he did not leave.

Quentin Huff

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He poured it in her ear, the idea

of him on top, slowing time down 
to enter her, convincing her 
that everything would stay between them, 
with his back to the air 
and her bottom on the mattress, 
their motions surrounded by 
the smell of love and fabric softener.

She wanted him behind her, a position 
of trust, tossing aside suspicions 
of what he might do behind her back 
and how easily he could hide 
who else he might be thinking of.

But he did not want to look over her shoulder,

he wanted to be in her eyes, 
moving his hips in slow clock- 
wise 
rotation,

making the cold stone expression 
on her face crumble. 
She'd been wearing her countenance that way

since the first day they met, 
after one lover refused to stay inside her 
and another was so indecisive, she was forced 
to mount the problem and dominate.

But no more.

And she cried because he did everything 
he said he would do to her 
but when he was finished, he did not leave.

Quentin Huff
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Love words for myspace

always for the first time

Always for the first time Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house

It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
Where you appear alone before me

At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light
The curtain invisibly raised
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
You as though you could be
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you

You pretend not to know I am watching you
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know
You idleness brings tears to my eyes
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures

It's a honeydew hunt
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time

Andre Breton

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 </center> Always for the first time

Always for the first time 
Hardly do I know you by sight 
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window 
A wholly imaginary house 
It is there that from one second to the next 
In the inviolate darkness 
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring 
The one and only rift 
In the facade and in my heart 
The closer I come to you 
In reality 
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room 
Where you appear alone before me 
At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness 
The elusive angle of a curtain 
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse 
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking 
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare 
Before them a T-square of dazzling light 
The curtain invisibly raised 
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in 
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep 
You as though you could be 
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you 
You pretend not to know I am watching you 
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know 
You idleness brings tears to my eyes 
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures 
It's a honeydew hunt 
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest 
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette 
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings 
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover 
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy 
There is 
By my leaning over the precipice 
Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion 
My finding the secret 
Of loving you 
Always for the first time

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