There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
She enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
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Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
by Brenda Hillman— not utter, not
useless, the uselessness of desire, the slight
depression around the center
— When the motorcycle boy would light
His cigarette, I longed
For the flat nipples, the scars, the ...