the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
caress of
skin.
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
of stillness
quiver of over-warm flesh
parting lips
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
kite dreams
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
my name
over and
over
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep















Comments
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
...your lines just get me.
Beautiful, sensual, and, my god, the diction ... you make every word work for to its fullest potential, and the result is amazing. I love it, and I'm off to take a look at the rest of your work.
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"To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write."
--Gertrude Stein
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"To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write."
--Gertrude Stein
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love is the question;
can i be your answer?
*races off to check out your gallery*
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"The poet's business is not to save the soul of man, but to make it worth saving" -James Elroy Flecker
"DREAM..CREATE..BELIEVE"-skape7
I have sold my soul to...
:icondark-writing::iconlivingp oetsociety::iconbevelled-edge:
and your words: "kite dreams/ pull at her eye strings"
(especially those)
you are exceptional.
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