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Post by Aish on Sept 5, 2005 15:50:50 GMT -5
I still smell your sex, morning varnish across heavy eyes and musky on my fingertips.
Waking, bordering sanguine skies and the aftermath, of catastrophic murmurs: sweet kisses from bourbon soaked lips...
response, to the harsh synapse of first madness.
Solvent, out of character I find you lush and wanting.... collapsed beneath synthetic veins.
So I wrap myself around you, silken like a drawn out thought beneath a lazy dream.
And we break the night into caramel.
And say goodbye in the usual manner.
Exposed, recovered - neatly smudged beneath my eyes. We repackage daylight and the quiet energy spilt.
Unwashed traction: reclaimed, we divide.
Chastised and unfinished, we overlook uneven platitudes of gravel.
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Post by Reaper696 on Sept 6, 2005 15:23:46 GMT -5
Oy, that's a cool way to describe a one-night stand. Nicely done...
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Post by Aish on Sept 6, 2005 15:35:09 GMT -5
Not a one night stand, but you're close. Stunted relatioinship. oy.
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Post by Reaper696 on Sept 6, 2005 17:36:48 GMT -5
Whoops, I gues I should've read this sober huh?...
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Post by Mike poet on May 27, 2006 14:24:50 GMT -5
Another exalent read from a talented poet..I hate unfinished relationships..its almost like one of an artists best pieces half done..
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Post by Kitten on Jun 1, 2006 23:30:42 GMT -5
Loved this. Really gorgeous and clear and sharp. First 5 stanzas and the opener were stunning.
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