Open Poetry #20 |
An evening walk |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
i. She knocked the headboard off my hotel wall. I smelled her on my hands, the bed -- the pages of our poetry (the soap). Her mouth is liquid fire. Her heat exhausted me. So sand in the sea. Her ocean drowned me. How she opens her mouth; closes her eyes. She closed around me butterfly close. Left me yr pollen, yr spread wings. So soar away. So sore, sore day. Who is she that takes my heartbeat, my breath and my sweat? Forever. Forever. Lori. ii. Our skin was pockmarked and playful. Our bones were weary and beautiful. Globe street lights housed the light of stars, turned inward for traveler's way. The moon set stone in rose-black cloth. My eyes beheld her storm, were swept away. iii. Her artwork was my heart. We fell asleep in cotton; awoke in fired purpose. Her lips were bones of touch, unbroken in their shine. The clouds now shine like keys. Entryway impassive. Hold the sun to me. Your warmth helps out my shade. Her artwork is my heart. She said burn ... together. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Absolutely wonderful BSq. Loved every word. jwesley |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mike I'm captured by this, like a sigh...only much lourder. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Really enjoyed this. Wow. Sandra |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Each line a new shiver... Excellent write. ThisDiamond |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. Always... She said burn ... together. |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Enjoyed the poetry and the imagery! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I actually read this with caution--it was like unfolding a bit of lace that was saved between parchment, in the chest up in the attic... awe... but almost embarrassed, as this read so voyeuristic... very intimate. very special. very YOU. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She knocked the headboard off my hotel wall. I smelled her on my hands, the bed -- the pages of our poetry (the soap). Her mouth is liquid fire. Her heat exhausted me. So sand in the sea. Her ocean drowned me. How she opens her mouth; closes her eyes. She closed around me butterfly close. ============================= We fell asleep in cotton; awoke in fired purpose. Her lips were bones of touch, unbroken in their shine. ============================== welcome back... anyone ever tell ya love looks damn good on you and your poetry. these are awesome inspires Mike...truly. When man is lead to arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BSquirrel~ I so enjoy the poetic walks you take ...~ 'Her artwork is my heart' Exquisite ! *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad y' all enjoyed. She said burn ... together. |
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