I love to breathe a man
Touched by the sun.
The sun’s caress draws forth
Life from a man.
That which binds
Muscles in winter
Seeps through pores,
And I breathe it.
I can breathe the
Pumping blood, and
Heated body water, tinged
With salt.
The sun and wind lick
Skin and layer
Traces of wood and
Grass and dirt and
Water to the body’s sap.
What I breathe in is
Not sweet or false.
It’s not bottled up,
Not created in sterility
But is created within
The man, and by
The Earth.
It is elements melded,
Made whole and smooth.
It intoxicates the mind,
And I breathe it in
Freely, praying for drunkeness.
To breathe a man
Is to breathe fire
that burns as it travels
The body, but leaves it
Wanting more.
Author notes
Written June 22nd, 2006
A contest entry
- ~Give me your BEST Prewrites~ by Bean Sidhe.
1000 points, ended November 14, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - round one; enter your best. by broken-colours.
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This was a feast for the senses, all the descriptive words and different sensations. I love your word use as well.
However, this poem didn't flow all that well, possibly because of the way you broke up the different lines. Also, I felt you used the word "breathe" a little too much.
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Thank you for you entry & good luck
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I liked this poem the first time I read it, and my appreciation grows with each reading. Thanks HH from your friend Travis!!
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Thank you. This was one of my earliest poems and one of my most loved.
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This is a creative and unique write.. I like it very much.. I never thought about it much but agree with you completely..
I love the way you worded this... beautifully done.. Thank you for sharing. I hope you will continue to write and share your poetry..
welcome to the site
~Kristy
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