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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Friday, December 31, 2010
  The hands of all gods are wringing:

  they have been emptied of love.

  Misunderstood, it has been laid down.

  We must gather it to ourselves.

  We must turn to others and surrender

  all love we guarded from the world.

  The great worship is each for the other;

  the great praise is one circle

  of given,

  and received.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Monday, December 27, 2010

  The mapping of flaw has been completed. The shape of my name inherits the angles and contours of infamy. It can barb a tongue if uttered in certain quarters. It can be used as a flamethrower, can be a bottle filled with rags and propane and thrown against an ear. My name can glaze eyes with the longing for an intimate jihad….

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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Sunday, December 26, 2010
  To make love in the sands of Persia

  is not to know the desert:

  to love is to grip at smoke;

  to clutch at air.

  A lover, loving, knows nothing

  of the history of love

  or of love’s future: it is to cradle

  water for an insatiable thirst

  in the palms: to quench

  a lifetime in each instant.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Tuesday, December 21, 2010
  You will know of this.

  It will furrow your brow and twist your sheets

  deep into still, still nights. You may need to mumble

  assurances to feel that you exist

  or that you ever existed.

  You may feel inclined to resort to counting

  worry beads with affirmations;

  to eat too much cake;

  to discover the maelstrom of stupor…
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Saturday, October 16, 2010
  And in the practice of love

  we find that we are walking on tightropes;

  and in the practice of love

  we are trying to upset the balance of the other.

  How much better it is

  to dance together in the open field;

  how much better it is

  to laugh together beneath the sun.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Thursday, October 14, 2010
  This night haired girl from the north island

  has thighs as warm as her people’s history.

  To join with her in a song of bodies

  is to enter, with peace, the open sky.

  Her lips contain the love of the world:

  Mau tena kiwai o te kete, maku tenei.

  Each of us a handle of the basket.

  What we carry, we carry together.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Tuesday, October 5, 2010
  Tacked to a limbo of

  longitude and latitude,

  love-louse-ridden,

  humbled by the gray march

  of time,

  all kisses assemble

  behind my wooden lips:

  prepared;

  primed;

  expectant;

  they are staccato ready:

  toting their hushed nerves;

  their amassed silences;

  their unwavering aims…
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Monday, October 4, 2010
  Everything is over.

  The moonless night.

  The laughter of wicked men.

  Even truth has been forgotten.

  This meeting of fingers -

  this flash of touch; this brief glance

  that holds a sniper’s lethal aim.

  This is how it feels

  to be frozen by divine accident.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Sunday, October 3, 2010
  6 a.m in Salistoga.

  Perhaps somebody makes

  your skin sing with morning,

  with a gentle affirmation

  of touch,

  or you shake

  beneath a seismic caress.

  My hands have never been this empty.
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  by
  Jé Maverick
  
  Saturday, October 2, 2010
  It is not the dark of a night, this climax we prise

  open like a gulf: it is a cavern’s bowel;

  it is a fathom of ink;

  it is the spread of a black pall.

  We make love

  to the crescendo of our own demise,

  our own reapers, cutting down the last need spilt

  without pleasure: not so much grim,

  but gone…
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