Issue
 #14 

 March
2011


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a poem by J.J. Campbell (1 of 2)

on the curve of your hips

dark steamy
eyes

sultry lips

time fucking
stops on the
curve of your
hips

no need to kid
ourselves

neither one of
us are looking
for love

maybe a few
drinks

time will pass

inhibition
hopefully
will follow

long before you
come

to your senses

© by J.J. Campbell
 
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