Ensnaring—
Roots hold me fast but
I lean my desecrations:
solace in her arms
©2009 j.a.o.a.
I lean my desecrations:
solace in her arms
©2009 j.a.o.a.
Ensnaring—
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
jaoa’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Black Widow | 0 | 02/19/2009 |
| Time Clock | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
| Ensnaring— | 0 | 02/17/2009 |
| Bated Breath— | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
| Conch— | 0 | 02/14/2009 |
| Blushing Heels— | 1 | 02/11/2009 |
| No Matter How Pious | 0 | 02/10/2009 |
| Budding Fem-- | 1 | 02/10/2009 |
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