Open Poetry #41 |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
your distance is the obsession of my mistake, my walk around your tastefully pie skin. the way your eyes stare, but your thoughts are yours, private and steeled with your shadow. this isn’t for love, this isn’t for beauty, its my imagination and stupidity that rides my fingers through my hair. your innate voice, an accent that shivers the winds cackle and ties my hands and feet with the tongue of the rope tuseling my skin with a force of genuinity, your words become something more, as if they change course and become sentences, simmering their way into stories. such a fool, i am a sin of black, a night that won’t hold my hand. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Beautiful poem. Were you writing for a yafa(googled and found out that it was a brand name for pen). How interesting and right. and I love the ending.... profound. Everything has a voice. Love this one. Tomtoo |
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