Open Poetry #50 |
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Masquerades, Motivations, And Motor Skills: The Dexterity Of A Chocolate Lover... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Glow worms oxidizing cotton like iron illuminating deep caverns in time Smooth shiny legs tick-tock past the gazes as her patent finish clears the room A woman clings to her Whitman Sampler while rolling a two-bit piece over her fingers Her face rises to the occasional scent of ale passing through the fabric of the place She turns with a fluid motion, her limpid pools full of swimming sensations that never made it to shore Reaching out for a single grain of sand, her touch sends a ripple across the waters that lay between her coastline and a message locked within a bottle In the darkness of her sleep, she reaches for the bottle, teasing it further away as it glances from her fingertips The two-bit lost its balance and the Whitmans' were sampled out I wonder if she'll ever see home again...I'll be waiting at the shoreline ...maybe a bottle will come my way ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Oh Bluesy! Some of your best lines ever! I think this is my new favorite. Really great lines, man, really great. Love yer stuff ![]() |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
"Love yer stuff..." The last time I said that to a woman, she slapped me so hard she knocked two of my teeth out! Lucky for me, she was my dentist. However, to pour salt in my wound, she billed me for the replacements! ![]() I sure loved her stuff! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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