In Place Of
i. Lightning-split, she lies prone at your side
Hips graze naked hips as she wonders
Why have you abandoned your horizontality?
She smiles, bemused...
Then wraps her hands around your waist-
The perfect match
To the heat rising from
The gentle concave dip in your back.
She pulls you down
The pressure inappropriate
Yet effective...
And you kiss distractedly
As the warmth of your skin seeps
Deep into the porcelain.
ii. Her voice must not have been
Translucent & ferocious-
It must not have been tempered & raw
It must not have been
It could not have been
But I don't see how it wasn't.
Those two are too underwhelming to fail
They - perhaps - trust every word of this
Sacred rhythm
Their bones are weary
Their next goal a bed
Their view through a window complete.
iii. And this vast stream running through your words
Has as yet never haunted my eternity
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What skill you have
in storytelling, with such a powerful sequence crafted in such elegantly chosen words.
This was the first piece I read after signing on for the first time in five weeks.
Thank you
for the inspiring greeting.
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"The point is not understanding what I write but feeling it." -Bob Dylan
I agree with Bailyraee,
this is simply wonderful. I love it.
-Izziey