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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Robert L. Dean, Jr.


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True Confessions

In broad daylight
I murder you with words. But
my body, oh, my body
lives you nightly. Your eyes
like starlight whisper

through the undraped windows
of my soul, lick a sinuous Milky
Way of sweat-spangled skin.
Your mouth a supernova. You
a universe, unreason expanding

and you open yourself, become infinite
space, let the everything of me
slip in. The cold metal voice of regret rises
yet another morning.