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When we met he had a mustache he was too young for and a mousy girlfriend. After they broke up, we began to date. We moved in together. The anxiety worsened when we had our second year anniversary. “How long are we going to keep this up,” was a thought. Some days I didn’t like to think of the idea of us having sex, other days I was desperate for his attention. The idea of him with another woman enraged me. One evening after three days of not speaking we had sex. Afterwards we held each other and he said the thought I had. “Lets never break up, look how in love we are, we can be this way forever.” We had sex again. I didn’t want to make a poetic statement but the event occurred on Valentine’s Day because he bought me a Miyamoto Higonokami pocket knife. I asked for it months ago. I ordered us pizza. We ate then we had sex. Afterwards I told him sex felt like a clean slate. It was the feeling of blankness. Only when it was over did I feel dirty. He smiled then I stabbed him.
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"oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman’s age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother’s calling, her young voice humming my name."- oh antic God by Lucille Clifton
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"The rain set early in to-night,The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me — sheToo weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion freeFrom pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so paleFor love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyesHappy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surpriseMade my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hairIn one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tressAbout her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not howHer darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!"
- Porphyria’s Lover by Robert Browning
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