Open Poetry #7 |
continue unwashed eyes |
redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
The unwashed eyes found the laughing wings. Their claws aching, silky. And silky sex maddend, thoughtless, love and laughter found touch. Hot and open, where your hand passing chills our delicious core. Blackness pretends to fall in my nighted chair, and on my hour pillow. One and one above the stars cannot light me. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
The unwashed eyes found the laughing wings. Their claws aching, silky. And silky sex maddend, thoughtless, love and laughter found touch. Hot and open, where your hand passing chills our delicious core. Blackness pretends to fall in my nighted chair, and on my hour pillow. One and one above the stars cannot light me. Oh dark and passionate, an interesting poem. haunting, enjoyed reading this one. great images. ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Do not listen to a word I say Just listen to what I can keep silent" Nicky Wire |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Your use of imagery is what drew me to this poem, though I am not sure what you mean to convey. Nonetheless, I enjoyed this. |
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