Def Poetry Sam

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He holds his intentions in his nose
sneezes them out
onto a diner napkin
making the blue stripe around the edge
darker
with wet
words

She doesn't hear them right
so she will bless him

He will thank her,
speaking clearly.





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why don't you pull that speck
down
off the wall
that catches your eye

sometimes
you look at it on purpose
just to make sure
it
is still there

soon, they will come
to paint the walls
some shade
of ochre

and you will be
unsatisfied





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Once you go outside
it's colder than you thought
and you want back in

Touching the door handle
just makes you colder

Now your palms ache
with want
for warmth

Taking comfort under a tree
of familiarity
only shades you
while bark falls into your hair





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So fast,
wheels barely touch
the surface

the Force and the Friction make
the passengers

Tense

reaching top speed
hands grip
the closest skin

or

what
ever
may fall
into the path
of frantic fingers

the vehicle slows,

rubber
still hot
from running to get
in line

hands away now
the passengers,
with eagerness smeared
on their cheeks

disengage





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Sweat pools
in the small of
his back

She drags her fingers
through it
and up to his shoulder

Where her hand
slips
off and on
to her chest

His movements make it hard
to feel her own pulse
or to hold on
to him
too tightly

He stays close
on purpose
almost under her skin

And when it's done
the sweat on her hands
cools
and evaporates