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Click hereI woke to find you hovering above me
like a zephyr tethered to my bedclothes
and I will myself to rise to reach you
but you lift in my current
morning birds turn my dreams into lead
I spend all day with this balloon just inches away,
searching for a corner to trap you
make you mine
take your compression and fortune in flesh
find release
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slow cooked you soften my muscle
pull me apart line by line
thread by thread
you my addiction
paralyze me by the thrill of dissection
limb by limb
until I am a pile of bones and answers
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your scent makes me grow teeth
grow points and claws on my fingers
we tear fabric
we press the crumbs together make it whole
you tell me sex tears civilization down
I want to be torn down like that
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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That was my personal favorite; almost a manifesto (always been a sucker for those). But in a way that has been the exception. Mostly it's s a collection of sensual images from every where - don't worry about cohesiveness, somehow it works!
reading as ever. I loved the imagery, esp in the second poem.
Congrats on the E, mentioned in today's new poem reviews
All three are good, to varying degrees, but the first poem should stand alone. The last two poems are like a tail dangling on a woman. Sure, a few people will get a thrill out of it, but most of them will find that the woman looks better without the tail... and the tail without the woman.