Imagine dimples light the curvature
of form and touch now spinning free
Slip the hands and ribs of heart
and silken yours and mine
so minds may beat in time
Wet electric arc the deep of ache
and tongues and broken breaths
Cross my trembling thighs
and wrap me 'round the deep inside
the soft that I may simply die
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3 comments:
wow, that is so intimate and beautiful.
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Don't tell us, I like to imagine my own meanings for the poetry. That way it feels like every word is for me.
some very nice sounds here, tongues and broken breaths, soft that I may simply die, pleasures to say. nice work.
One might say that this one is ripe with desire.
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