my falling hand parts the air to anchor on my thigh
drawing your eye
down
there
you travel the heat my fingers made like a silent stream
marking the space
between
us
a murmer under the skin hums an invitation
the other
will not
ignore
your body moves from nowhere to somewhere
now I exist
I am
fire
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
Lovely poetry! 😀
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Very evocative.
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yes it is a sensual one, that little set of words!
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Ah, this moves as smooth as heat. Like it.
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what a poetic comment 😉
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