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Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 3.5
| Kileen Gilroy - The Wrong Time |
When my hands press against your shoulder blades,
I'm just trying to give you wings.
You are too scared to know me
Or the way I bite my lip
You fell from the sky like stars into dust,
Covering windows you haven’t opened in months.
She left you stranded on an empty road,
Where you have forgotten your name.
I stand tall, but you
Sway with uncertainty.
You wake something within me like daybreak
Splitting open clouds into columns of light.
I sit stripped as my tears drip
Onto the parts of yourself you hold back.
I'm just trying to give you wings.
You are too scared to know me
Or the way I bite my lip
You fell from the sky like stars into dust,
Covering windows you haven’t opened in months.
She left you stranded on an empty road,
Where you have forgotten your name.
I stand tall, but you
Sway with uncertainty.
You wake something within me like daybreak
Splitting open clouds into columns of light.
I sit stripped as my tears drip
Onto the parts of yourself you hold back.
Table of Contents
Poems
Kileen Gilroy -You Don't Know
What Love is, Peaking, The
Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality
Poems
Kileen Gilroy -You Don't Know
What Love is, Peaking, The
Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality