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gs-42 New Member
since 2010-04-09
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I cannot stop listening to the same two songs One by a man. He is only a voice. He leans in so close to my ear that his breath is a sound. He whispers, his voice lost in breath so quiet, his own shoulder would not hear him The lights are off, but in the pitch blackness I can see the kind sparks of mirth in his eyes because he knows that I will. I listen to him from the hardwood floor, alone, in the dark. The bass pulses, taps, nudges at my own body's fleshy metronome The vibration in the floor is a tiger's heavy footfalls coming, silent, padded, ten thousand pounds, the door swings and clicks shut behind its approach Its dexterous joints rolling, its muscles knitting and releasing in the patient jungle courtship of hunger It is stalking in circles around my supine body It could wait. But it does not want to. Its whiskers brush my ear teasingly and its breath whispers Do not be afraid You are also a tiger And the night is young. The song ends there. One is by a woman She is so, so close Her sound laces through my fingers and she begins to whisper As the tiny fleshy sphere we have become wrestles, diving fast through viscous electronic water Her voice sliding from my left ear to my right, over the back of my neck, we are rolling down deep She murmurs, she is laughing, she cannot think, she is losing her mind, and in our slow locomotive grappling her urgent, meaningless utterance is lost below the purring of the cotton sheets She is dizzy She is trying so hard to be gentle She is trying to make it last a little longer Just one more moment And it does last Another minute and thirty seconds. The song ends there. She is only a voice. I am here alone on the hardwood floor, the lights I shut down, the door I closed, my body drenched in electric thirst and a dissipating cloud of hopeful, whispered overtures One day as a young teenage girl, I drew my hand across my stomach and my skin flickered to new life in a braille of goose flesh, begging to be read by a literate hand my blood found a new place to pulse and swell and my breath became fast, sweet and ready. Twenty years have passed since that day and tonight I am certain, I'm certain That I have never touched another person's skin in that entire span Not one time. If could find some way to rise To press "play" If I could find some way to make it finally begin |
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shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
A significant expression of distance and closeness - so human. Thanks for posting it. poetry podcasts, blogs and photopoems at URL= http://anthonyarmstrong.ca |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you for impressing me... Welcome to Passions! Please, check your email for a Very Special Greeting!  " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I am duly impressed! As an administrator of this writers' site, it falls upon me to oversee our forums to ensure that our new members are properly welcomed, that each one understands our guidelines, and answer any questions he/she might have. I expected your post to be typical of my daily readings. So, I began by quickly scanning your work, as my time is frequently limited. After a cursory perusal of your first stanza and reading the first couple of lines of the second, I had to start over. You got me. I had to read it again in its entirety... twice..  Welcome to Passions in Poetry. This is a wonderful place where people of all sorts and skill levels express themselves and share with readers from all corners of the globe. I expect your work will be well received at pipTalk, and I look forward to reading more. Check your email for a special welcome..  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Excellent. Welcome to Passions |
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