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citizenx
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since 2001-07-31

Posts 189
motorcade

0 posted 2001-09-10 03:30 PM

The sun shimmers off the car rooftops
all neatly packed in the Saharan lot,
Tripping through its lanes
of vehicles all burning.
Daylight so focused it is soluble.
Everywhere the summer shoppers boil and
bustle in hives of activity.
One corner
however
remains dormant
light impenetrable beyond its bead curtains.

The firm filled leather
femme shop owner sleeks
in the darkness, whispering illicit bliss.
Skin magazines all peak in their shelves.
Stepping to the beat of
silent climax,
I touch myself,
fingers migrating
from a sweat covered brow.
It is so hot,
Beneath the strip light,
my parched tongue cries
for an Aphrodite elixir
from voluptuous lips.

And I dream

I am crawling through the
seedy underbelly
of young debauched  Jordan.
I touch myself
rubbing my face
from its half stung daze,
to gaze upon her eyes in passing.

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01/08/01

Repost from Critique forum. Special thanks to everyone there for their help and guidance in shaping this poem.

"The writer who refuses to explore the darker regions of the heart will never be able to write convincingly of the wonder, magic or joy of love" nick

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2001-09-10 03:54 PM

this is so descriptive, and it sounds so neat, it kinda made me have to stop and wonder.....and honestly, that is what I liked about it

Very good poem

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

2 posted 2001-09-10 07:01 PM

a passage well taken. . .

excellently done. . . full of great meatphor and imagery. . .

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Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2001-09-10 08:09 PM

The firm filled leather
femme shop owner sleeks
in the darkness, whispering illicit bliss.
Skin magazines all peak in their shelves.
Stepping to the beat of
silent climax,
I touch myself,
fingers migrating
from a sweat covered brow.
It is so hot,
Beneath the strip light,
my parched tongue cries
for an Aphrodite elixir
from voluptuous lips.
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what did I tell you about going to that side of town for bagels *L*
very cool write here....
masterful employ of metaphor and imagery as well as turning an often cliched image and subject and giving it a poetic fresh face.
*and the "touch my self" "tease" wasnt missed either.. LOL
well done CX ... always making us think...
and thats always a good thing.
jm

Well I looked to the sky for my anthem
The words and the music came through
But words and music can never touch
The beauty that I've seen in you

Topheth
Member

since 2001-09-08

Posts 297
Texas

4 posted 2001-09-10 08:35 PM

Uh - whoa! I love, I love.

rwood
Member Elite

since 2000-02-29

Posts 3793
Tennessee

5 posted 2001-09-11 07:33 AM

This is a peek at a fleeting thought...very human...and very well controlled. It's hard to (touch) on this subject in this way. You did an extremely good verse.

Sincerely,
Regina

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