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fall's rain
fills the air
I walk
behind him
enjoying the view
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a black man
in high winds
I wish they
were my hands
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the dead leaves
rustle with wind
far off he is
calling to me
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some men
are powerful
as the air
that can not
be seen
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he looks like
a good lover
he turns away from me
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I seeks a heart
just for the night
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he is not
as chubby
as a buddha
still his beauty
will do
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when he walks
down the alley
it is a spring
path to my heart
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more beautiful men
have walk
through allies
then walked on water
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beautiful full lips
are not
a dine a dozen
unless you only
count black men
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each day that I
do not see him
is not in vain
the first snow
and other natural things
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if he do not come
I am reminded
that I must also
wait for spring
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I learned how to be
intimate with him
because nature
is intimate with me
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the cardinals
and the robins
never eat the bread
I throw to the sparrows
it seems that
for that beautiful man
I need some new poems
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