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knightlyshadows Senior Member
since 2001-04-14
Posts 791obscured vision |
shortlived crush, of butterfly winged whisper on my flesh. tickled eyelash kiss of air upon my lonely cheek. palest flush in crimson raw spread up to touch thy face. gentlest touch in lover's new, afloat in love's closed eyes. bruised on lips, warmest breathe flowed in to quench thy thirst. blind of sight, to all but this woman's whispered rush. moisten tips and touch this flesh, scrap finger to wanton's well. harbor dream of sultry sound, soon to greet thy love. warmth inside, a silken web spun tight around a tock. grip of night, blind in day, left only in briefest time. drown in sleep, then, bluff thy death. This one, sort of.. well, sucks. No title, but suggestions are welcome. [This message has been edited by knightlyshadows (01-08-2003 05:52 AM).] |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I've read this about six times. I just keep having different gatherings every time I try to interpret this poem, Tiff. I'm not sure what to think of it exactly. One thing's for sure... you've made me question the worth of my vision. If I could have read this with my eyes closed, I would have. Sometimes I think it would be very nice to be blind in day. You've touched me with this. Brian It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world. |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
I agree with Brian, it is a bit hard to understand. I think it's about a shortlived love, however. That's how it came across to me, anyway. It's a nice piece, though. I like your imagery, very good.  Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.--Jesus Christ |
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