![]() I just knew that the title was interesting and I wanted to see what it was about. I didn’t know what to expect from Cynthia Rylant’s latest book, God Got a Dog. Published in October 2013 by Beach Lane Books Tagged Love Poem #137, National Poetry Month, Sarah Kay 8 Comments National Poetry Month, poetry Happy National Poetry Month! You don’t want to miss a thing.īy Sarah Kay, from No Matter The Wreckage You will say, Can’t we just sleep in, and I will say, I count broken umbrellas after every thunderstorm,Īnd I fall asleep repeating the words thank you, ![]() I make the best sandwiches you’ve ever tasted. There will be more sweat than you are used to. My daughter loved this movie, so now it’s my turn to watch.Įven though I know you like to stay through the credits. Watching: // Sometime today, I plan on watching Melissa McCarthy in Life of the Party. I haven’t read any of the author’s books, but I have listened to a few of her short stories before. Listening to:// How Long ‘til Future Black Month? by N.K. The more checkouts a book receives, the more likely the author’s other books are bought and along with similar titles. I don’t often read YA books or even dystopian fiction, but Dimaline is an indigenous writer and I want to support her work by helping it get as many check-outs as it can at my library. ![]() It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve been trying to get my library to buy Brown for a while and they finally did. I don’t read enough poetry and this is the year that I’m trying to change that. Brown: poems by Kevin Young and The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline. So now I’m standing here ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we perform, for the chance to reform that very foundation & basis of our relationship & I reiterate my opening statement & I offer you another penny for your thoughts.Up Next: //Both of my picks for this week have been featured on several 2018 “best of” lists. Because as you sleep they remain open slightly, and while we probably move too quickly into some sexual stuff I’ve always cared more about the explicitly illicit-ness, that came from between your lips meaning your voice. And as you laid by my side I pushed my blinds aside & took the time in the moonlight of that night, to count 72 eyelashes on the upper eyelid of your right eye. Did I ever tell you about how you fell asleep in my presence? And your mere essence kept me up for hours, as I coward with this feel of a sexually unadulterated mental connection. I’m penetrating every entrance to your mind, taking my time to find out everything about you. And I’ll swim within em from back strokes to breast strokes. I want to feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms as they lead me towards your warm wet waterfalls of feminine thoughts. And how you don’t know if you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody’s wife. I’d rather be naked & exposed holding you as were lying & you’re crying while figuring & describing the tough times you had in life. I want to pick every inch of every crevice so I can get an oral fix from each orifice & taste your passionate imagination. I want to engage you by putting a 2 carat solitaire diamond on your mind & marrying your every thought. While they’re trying to get deeply embedded in the fine fibers of your bed sheets, I’m trying to find & define the fibers with which your mind speaks. So these are not your typical sexual poetic prose, I’m trying to close the door of an all too familiar freaky foreplay game, with which most people have chosen to approach you. Getting intimately closer as we approach the climatic altitude of nice mental sensation conversation, cos I’m trying to get to know everything about you from the neck UP. 1 penny for you, 1 penny for me & 1 penny for our minds engaged, not so sexually. Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts? As a matter of fact how about three.
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