Critical Analysis #2 |
Licking Sap Off Branches |
b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
we touch things we feel free our only limitations stem from interactions upon which we can’t agree yearn sew and yearn for fingers that might feel the sweat between my thighs might make my legs toss and turn cup my genitals in your weathered palm kiss the cute part of goodbye |
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Brad Member Ascendant
since 1999-08-20
Posts 5705Jejudo, South Korea |
This has potential. Though the best thing about it is the title. Drop the direct sexual references. We alread know that that is going to be there. |
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netsky Member
since 2005-03-29
Posts 148Miami |
*my thoughts are between asterisks* we touch things we feel free our only limitations stem from interactions upon which we can’t agree *a break up* yearn *many years later* sew and yearn for fingers that might feel the sweat between my thighs *once again* might make my legs toss and turn *integral to that earthy, former reality* cup my genitals in your weathered palm *yep, she blew it* kiss the cute part of goodbye *can't go back again. too bad* ==== good poem. never have seen manual sex in the crotcheting of an old woman before. So -that- is what they think? Some must. dusk to darkness. is a dark poem. unique. the title integrates archly, too. nothing lost on me. peeyuch, though. Sap. limbs. branches. weathered palm. palmy days all past, all dry. and that is that. [This message has been edited by netsky (04-02-2005 08:05 PM).] |
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