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Your fingertips Ignite a flame That flickers When you say my name. Your scorching eyes Rage with a fire That’s blazed And craving with desire. White hot coals Burn deep inside. From your inferno I cannot hide. This fever consumes My very being. From this furnace I am not fleeing.

The fool I am Let me believe, If only for a split second, That you were actually human. The fool I am Let me fall, Briefly, For your manipulative martyr act. The fool that I am Almost Let me feel Sorry for you.

Dirty laundry Belongs In a hamper Not Aired out For all our friends Your friends now To see Its not bad enough That you let them Invade Every intimate detail Of our So called Relationship You had to take Every article Turn it Inside out Twisting Stretching Bending Every piece Until It no longer resembled Its original shape Then you hung it In plain view To flap In the torrent wind Freely offering Your twisted tale Describing every piece As though it had victimized you You lied Over and over a...

Santiago, Chile, a city where public co-education was nonexistent, where a woman's options were limited, where fear of the government controlled every aspect of one's life, where families consisted of powerful, domineering men and weak, subservient women, where I was born, and had I stayed, I to might have become one of those women. My mother was a first grade teacher, my father's maid, cook and child bearer. Heaven forbid my father should ever come home and not have a hot meal ready and wait...

Strip her of her material shell, leave it crumpled on the floor (she might need it tomorrow). Submerge her into a sea of sheets, dive with her, enjoy the view. Explore your body Upon her flesh, Remember to take your time. Satisfy her every desire, Peak her senses Make sure she enjoys every bit Melt her slowly Into the dream verse, Accompany her there. In the morning, Do not shower together, You'll both be late to work again.