Nov 16, 2005 23:06
...staring at his handsome head,
because he asked, I took his stock,
impertinent to pitch or tone or hue;
him having asked, it did not matter much,
or mattered less. Although my chin went up
and brow went down when cruel came home
to roost, uneasy lies the head
on nights when we are changed...
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Tell me when you finish your first novel, k?
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You know what was probably the immediate inspiration? Elizabeth Bachinsky's "She Is Blond Sin", which is about a third of the way down http://robmclennan.blogspot.com
...and which ends:
Baby my every limb seeks this state... hide, eh? His
Deep kiss taunts singly. Ding! Had I shod a bi
Dancer (post Streisand) taut and low--oh
Woo! What a dish! And to yell nasty verse!
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Nasty verse indeed. :)
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