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| ***BIO*** Matthew D'Abate I'm a boston writer living below the rich slinging booze at the bar and drinking at them afterwards I realized that I'm always in a bar either in front or behind the fucker |
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| The Crush |
| by Matthew D'Abate |
| You are gorgeous.
No drink could match the thirst I have for your golden skin an ocean that is your hair would not fulfill sticking my fingers into the tide pools and tasting the salt. I imagine before sleep you are the pillows beneath my hands my sheets a spread of your skin blankets that are your fingers pushing down towards my stomach this is the crush the process of finding then wanting perhaps you would allow me to express my admiration in the finest way I know to see how we move when there are no other words but: more and to make you come with my crush yearnings and some delicate insertion This language of the flesh time's and everybody's antagonist these little devious words a rub on a magic lamp bubble prayers blown into the night and the more I write the more I can see you and I in said acts right before my thirsty mouth and my sleuth hands as we make our most subtle pornography. |
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| June 2006 |
| 64 |