Monthly Archives: April 2019

Hypatia (written for a painting of the great intellectual. She is depicted holding a scroll (of her own writings?) Scroll of the soul of the mind of me, Writ of my wit that was speaking free; Mine in possession, none take away. I am Hypatia, one with the day!

Posted on April 28, 2019 by brianroycefaulkner
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You Said

Posted on April 18, 2019 by brianroycefaulkner

You said l praised you— Much too much, too much. I cease—Ah, only Touch and touch and touch. Now you urge more— More and more and more! My fingers’ praises truly you adore That are my thoughts run on before, … Continue reading →

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You

Posted on April 17, 2019 by brianroycefaulkner

The news is all Notre Dame, forsaken in flame. I love Notre Dame, but you, you are alive, moving alongside of me. I worship you with lip and mouth and tongue, and half-closed eyes, with the intensity of my hands … Continue reading →

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Lyre and Lyrist

Posted on April 12, 2019 by brianroycefaulkner

I take off your clothes where the moonlight flows, I undress you with hands full of fire. Through my fingers l watch how your soft skin glows As l fondle my moon-lit lyre. “Ah” is the note of you; “Ah,” … Continue reading →

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Ever

Posted on April 5, 2019 by brianroycefaulkner

Loving you is good. I love to be very good. You love loving ne. You, me, are the very best Past, present, future.

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