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Haikus of Taimbee
(Many ones become the whole;
and a spark is fire)

Taimbee was a girl,
stunning, fourteen, sexual;
never the quarry.

Her domination:
controlling force, fellatio --
a virtuoso.

That place in the act
where she owned her buyer's soul:
mercy in her grip.

Large men, mountainous,
some dangerous as lions,
begging for climax.

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What Pulls From Me A Cry Still Pained and Haunted

What pulls from me a cry still pained and haunted
by the dreams of skin and heat and breath and sweat
as we loved and hated and gave and took and wanted
from each other, for each other, parting always as we met?
Which dervish demon crashes through my walls
dragging out such hints of smiles and bruises
and displays the younger us like jaded dolls
which tell the story of our wars and truces?
Is it love or age or passion unsatisfied?
Which slashes out from in with memory's sword?
What shouts that what is dead hasn't yet died?
In which musical note resonates this chord?
           To fight until the end, just kept at bay:
           With the passionate muse of yesterday.

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