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ThatWolfgirl13 Apr 2019
Gabrielle Pennington
You're my very bestest friend
One day you got me a toy fox
Kevin is the name he got
Gabrielle Pennington
Your the greatest type of friend
One day i got you a toy goat
The cutest goat to own a boat
Gabrielle Pennington
I dont deserve such a friend
Johnny Noiπ Aug 2018
The name Manhattan from the word Manna-hata,
as written in the 1609 logbook of Robert Juet,
an officer on Henry Hudson's yacht Halve Maen, meaning Half Moon;
A 1610 map depicts the name as Manna-hata
twice, on the west and east sides
of the Mauritius River, later named the Hudson;
The word "Manhattan" has been translated
as "the place where we get bows" or
"place for gathering the (wood to make) bows",
from the Munsee dialect of the Lenape language
'manaháhtaan' (where 'manah-' means "gather",
'-aht-' means "bow" and '-aan' is an abstract element used to form verb stems; according to a Munsee tradition recorded in the 19th century,
the island was named so for a grove of hickory
at the lower end that was considered
ideal for the making of bows; Alternative folk
etymologies include "island of many hills",
"the island where we all became intoxicated"
and simply "island", as well as a phrase
descriptive of the whirlpool at Hell's Gate;
clearly indicating the Manhattan Island
has for several hundred generations to this very day
been a popular gathering place for homosexuals;
     "good place to gather wood for bows" indeed

in looking back through the dark eyes
of the mother of the Hebrew minions,
I see Slim Pickins & Andy Divine in
every Western I've ever seen until the
man w/ no name & his Italian cohorts
on the Spanish plains rewrote it all in
a prophetic cast; Norman Rockwell &
Walt Whitman freaking out over the
new poetry ushered in by Ginsberg &
Patti Smith whom Hart Crane wanted
to **** from the grave,  headless ******
walking forested Harlem free of their
conventional way of dress; going native
like the homosexual Leni Lenape

Details of Henry Hudson's birth and early life
are unknown. Some sources have identified a
       Henry Hudson as having been born about
1565, but others date his birth to around 1570;
Other historians assert even less certainty;
Peter C. Mancall, for instance, states that
"Hudson was probably born in the 1560s,"
while Piers Pennington gives no date at all;
Hudson is thought to have spent many years at sea,
beginning as a cabin boy and gradually
    working his way up to ship's captain;
most assuredly homosexual, after a mutiny
aboard the ship Discovery, Hudson & several crewmen
were set adrift in a small open boat,
effectively marooning them in Hudson Bay;
Hudson & those aboard never seen again
Jasmin A Nov 2016
un.*
He smells of Hydrangea picked straight from Heaven's garden.
deux.
His lips letting the most fervently beautiful sound leave his body to reach me.
trois.
His eyes, containing the same pigment of my favorite chocolate, wash over me in those places he knows I want him to be.
quarte.
He moves closer in the most angelic way, pushes my hair back, kisses me ever so gently.
cinq.
this is what love feels like I'm thinking as he puts his palms against my back and we fall into each other like the lines on the painting we saw somewhere in Pennington.
six.
Unfathomable. That love I feel when he looks at me, hungry yet delicate. This could never get tiring.
sept.
I'm pushed against this wall and lifted onto his hips. Clothing seems to melt off of our infinite bodies so that we may fit entirely. Flesh meshed together. I can't tell where mine stops and his begins.
huit.
This is a fairy tail that never ends as our breathing becomes a pattern into each others mouths. Me in. Him out. We're our own song. Every stroke a beat. Every moan a voice. Every scratch a strum. We're beautiful.
neuf.
To the bed we go - never missing a beat. We're in sync and I couldn't love him more. More. Every stroke more. I'm on a cloud, the rest of the world no longer audible. He's panting.
Dix.
I love you.
**Fin
for L.
j.***

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