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Short Poems About Fucking

1.
Hello.
You look like
the sort of person
who is likely
to like looking
at the sort of person
I like to see myself
as.

2.
During the interval
several expected stages
lapsed. Rain
abandoned clouds.
Your house burst fire.
No attempt was made.

3.
Sex, the first time,
proves wellmade
if conventional
and comes to be
published in Sport.

4.
Let us
let the phone
off the hook.
Dip into
a depth of
deep ends.

5.
The other half
is not so much
the bit on the side
as the bit
in the middle
of the bite.

6.
Say It Hurts,
there there
and there.
Say It Hurts,
there there
and there.

7.
We were always
walking toward
sunsets. When
we finally reached
the edge,
it got
very dark indeed.