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Letters Of Liquidity |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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The teeth, of words. They consume me. These that come in breaths, and exaltations, in textures of air and in the twiddle of suckle, and pungency. They scrawl on the skin, of my conscience. Each one a spirit of vigor or a dusk of blood. That constrict and release sound and movement as time takes a breather then loiters on through whiffs of rosiness and puffs of dreams pied in the sky by poets and pipers when the levee never really did dry. As the bee makes obscenities with tulips in bloom, on window less fields of feel, and fruition. Each nightfall with you another naughty noun, each vista together we visit one more verb vivacious, each appearance we share closely, just one more absorbing adjective, each sight we taste with each other, yet another still stimulating sentence to slosh slowly, and swallow. I write, in color. When the sun washes eyes of evening at the crack of lust as my quill stands still perpendicular, to the curvatures of walls and earth. But these letters charred onto leaves of snow can only be seen without eyes, as the dogma of doubt fetches and lies still beneath lamp less nights penned in the glare, of black. The words unheard laying between the vastness of lines,, that can be felt firmly but never, unbitten are scribed in white, by my serpentine fork snaking sharp and silver like the cunning, of a fox in a house of hence repute. Press your mouth onto mine hard, and full. So we can taste our own comeuppance, back and forth. A tale of tongues entagled, written blindly on lap and twirl while you draw out the libretto of intimation recited for you by me. Our own lingua franca of doublespeak and marginalia as my voice sinks lower, to lip synch your cliché, gossiping into your grapevine stories of sanguinity and, sigh insinuating, my dictum while I take as covenant the flurry, of your troth and commitment. Our flesh fluidity and grasps of hair braided, with fingered bones and thrusts, of screaming eyes, violating your forbidden lechery high into the depths of nigh releasing your caged trembling as you hold firm, forever fondling, my testification. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Richy- enjoyed this very much...your style and word play is fascinating. Lori |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
totally intriguing...a brilliant piece of work...i love it There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Man, to think that I almost missed this. Your words absorb me in their color and pictures you create in my mind. So sensously they wrap around me. What a pleasure, Richard. Thank you. xoxoxo Alison |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Haha... Ali hon, we both posted reviews within a second of each other... dang girl, reach out next time we could have gave each other a hug as we went by...  thanks for always being soo good to me... you are a true sweet friend! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
That's cause we are symPACTo. xoxoxo A .. and nightowls! which is my email, by the way. snowy_nightowl |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Ali... snowy nightowl @ ??? |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Oh never mind, you've got the email icon... I gotcha... lol |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
You DO write in colour, Richard! Another enjoyable ... trail down the page. Helen |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
through whiffs of rosiness and puffs of dreams pied in the sky by poets and pipers when the levee never really did dry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's a bittersweet verse if I ever read one. Something about the leaves and leaving. Like the wind scatters, blowing love in all directions. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
WOW ! This one just sucked me right down the page, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
You all are the best! Love you guys! |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
But these letters charred onto leaves of snow can only be seen without eyes, as the dogma of doubt fetches and lies still beneath lamp less nights penned in the glare, of black. **************************** Seeking without eyes, takes great vision indeed. You pen it well, filling in the crawl spaces that lurk beneath the sleep hours longing for awakening. |
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