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my ice and fire |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada 
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His words ring out across the room, such physical distance for intimate talk and I, I recline and seem to hear, enmeshed and still with fierce dismay I try but I cant hear the words he has to say My eyes, them(not mine to control) run over/into His --- until they flee and flick away then, down his strong neck and across strong shoulders to puissant arms so taut with promise of his inescapable embrace His face shines in my darkness, gives me light to see to see the perfect trace of line on him, the perfect lay of meat to cover my own stripped and weary bones and I find myself imagining his flesh upon my own and that words were said to free my love from the oubliette it fell in so many years ago Still my senses, still applied, feed my fantasy, the Lie, more and more and more and I- I feel so sick now, all twisted up inside, my hunger turns upon me now, far too long denied its eating me please! its teeth are ice I wish I believed in angels or Christ but I never dared for I prefer the ice to fire [Edited by Moderator] [This message has been edited by Marshalzu (10-15-2002 05:40 PM).] |
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Chameleon Member
since 2002-08-07
Posts 99Australia |
Very nice, i like it very much. I can see what you mean about my poem 'Cosmetic', we seem to have made the perfect juxtaposition. |
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Zall Member
since 2002-08-25
Posts 214London, England |
I like this piece, some great lines here. Zall |
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Succubus Member
since 2002-09-30
Posts 82Canada, Ontario |
Love the poem, powerful lines to say the least... your words gave me goose-bumps... Lator, Succubus Some say it's better to have 10% of something than a 100% of nothing... |
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