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when i want you

the thought of you
washes over me

if i open my mouth
                i will drown—
blue in the face
when i’m pulled up
                like a fish

drink you             cold
gulp after gulp
oh wet, sweet mouth
smooth out such
hot static my
throat once was

flow you into me
any means possible
take you on:        positive burden

oh fill me you
             strong-chinned
oh fill me you
             whiskey-tongue

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Ross Robbins ROSS ROBBINS lives, writes, and loves in Portland, Oregon. A native Montanan, over the past three years he has grown to love Portland more than he would have believed one could love a place, and is proud to say he is 100% Rose City Till He Dies. Ross writes on a plethora of topics, including, but not limited to, sex and sexuality, “love” (whatever that is), life and death, perception, reality, experience, beauty—all the usual suspects are there. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in BlazeVOX, Nailed Magazine, HOUSEFIRE, Ink Node, Sound Literary Magazine, Vinyl Poetry, and Talking River Review. His chapbooks, “80 Poems” and “I want to say how I feel and be done with it forever,” are available from Powell’s Books and St. Johns Booksellers, and the latter was selected as the Independent Publishing Resource Center’s January 2014 Zine of the Month.

3 Responses to “immerse – to engage deeply; absorb”

  1. Shelley says:

    Interesting–I don’t know if it’s good or bad–that you can’t read a poem like this any more without thinking of waterboarding….

  2. Not water boarding. Gulp after gulp is nice in context. Makes me think of Joni Mitchell “case of you”

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