The traces of a bleeding lip upon the pillow’s crease,
The lipstick smears inside my shirt, a lover’s sweet caprice,
A scented letter on the desk beneath a poems book,
The dripping towels painting gloom on bathroom’s lonesome hook.
I wrote my rhyme with fingers’ tips beneath your bouncing breast
Then sealed the script with blazing lips against your vague protest,
And once your mouth its arrant lust unleashed upon my skin
I crushed your wants and drowned your sighs in honey clothed sin.
When dawn has drawn its timid glow upon your naked spine
I gleaned your sweat with laurel leaves and mixed it with my wine
Then wiped you dry with panting breath and whispered in your palm
The secret ways of poems raw, my love’s emerging psalm.
I knew, when day once more turns night and larks through meadows hide
Inside my room, inside my bed, inside my arms you glide,
And while you feed me apple peel and teach me of your tongue
I weave inside your brittle wings all words of songs unsung.
A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I'm not really fond ...
of love poems, but this is not a bad job. The minor errors don't really detract all that much in reading it.
Congrats on the shiny trophy.
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This is beautiful. I am kinda anti-love poem/song right now for reasons I'll keep to myself, but this is an exceptional poem. The imagery is amazing, and you've taken a highly clichéd topic and fashioned a piece that is anything but. The only technical goof is the absence of possessive apostrophe in line 3, but it hardly detracts from the piece. Excellent work, and thanks for entering my contest!
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finally someone with good taste...
delighted, my friend ,for this well deserved trophy 
. btw, ahmmm... no goof - "poems" in the sense of adjective here - like "beautiful book" like "stories book" like "poems book"... lol. yep, delighted!!! 
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whew
well, my friend this is another rich heated poetic decadence of a treat...i mean wow it just combines it all and is completely raw; i love it !
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thank you anna, glad that rhyming does not throw you off. true, my rhyming is... perfect
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Fascinating, vivid and somehow dangerous... I tried to see, to find the heart of this poem (as always) and this time I missed it...or maybe not?
hm..laurel leaves mixed with wine...picture like from the top of the Olymp...
For your poetic expressions I am sending you some shiny
, and for all other expressions, my applauses.
~Sonja~
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you did not miss it sonja, my dear friend. it is... all of it. sometimes one does not see the forest from the trees . the heart is all of it. views from the top of the olymp?... hmm, are you a goddess or something?
maybe... glad you laid your eye on this here mortal
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"I crushed your wants and drowned your sighs in honey clothed sin." Breathtaking. I am reminded, once again, of what an honest, beautifully brutal poet you are. Excellent
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these are compliments of the most brutal and honest nature a poet could hope for. i was wondering when will someone finally penetrate my secret, or rather define it for me so i would get the knowledge of it myself . thank you immensely my friend
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BRAVO BRAVO BRAVO!!!!! Once again such fine poetry... as good as a hamburger with the works....
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just thinking of french fries and my mouth waters... lol, thanks tracey for this haute cuisine comment
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Wow I loved this, even though I felt it was completely garnished in imagery and vocabulary, but somehow I was still able to get the point of this and understand it. Usually poems have loadss of good vocabulary and I never actually understand it. I love the imagery you created in this, very beautiful and everything was carefully written out. A lovely poem and I loved the ending. Take care. =]
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thank you my talented friend, you do own a rich language of your own, much appreciate comments from talented people such as you.
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