Translucent skin
Revived
Via buttery candlelight
Spreading
Across your nudity
Presented before me
On a monochrome heap
Of petals
Leaves
And stems
Interweaving
And procreating until
They are one
An orgy of dark versus light
Light writhes upon dark
And dark rhythmically pounds
Trying to drive light
To become its most blinding
Through all this you are still
Inhale
Deep
Mint, sage, and clove
Form a covenant
That ventures through your nostrils
To your heart
Singing and sliding
Slayers disguised as soothsayers
Their smoke embeds itself
In your follicles
Lurking
You blink
And suddenly your eyeballs are gone
Hard black pebbles
Crouch within your sockets
Then catapult towards me
Turning my eyes to stone also
I no longer see you
But I hear the tempo of liquid
Slipping through the canals beneath
Your porous flesh
Flesh so thin
So easily influenced
I touch it
And sense how it absorbs my essence
Writhing
Trying to adopt my sense of self
And claim it as its own
But I call the ingredients back
And keep you as a weak solution
Of a soul
And
Whilst I do so
Your own contents thrive
And your diluted sense of self
Is concentrated
It shrieks
It shivers
My sight returns
And
Your essence sizzles
Vibrant orange
My aura is red
The heat is too intense
We melt, we pool
We are no more
Please tell me what you think
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What a riveting piece...so full of desire and need that lust is a term almost too harsh sounding to describe it. Something about your imagery, something deeper than longing or love, something close to dissatisfaction because its so passionate and difficult to fulfill. It reminds me of a feeling I get sometimes when I am pressed so tightly against someone yet it isn't enough, like I want to feel the interior of their veins or something...like I just can't get close enough to them without being inside them. Make any sense at all?
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Thankyou.
And I know exactly what you mean. When you want someone to squeeze you until you can't breathe and their skin doesn't feel like their skin anymore, but a material formed from both yours and the other person's skin, so tight that the skin is almost sticky, almost plastic-y.
Thanks again xx
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this is wonderful. i felt as if i was in a trance the whole time i was reading. As always your poem are exhilatring.
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Romantic
Sensual images, both soft and frenzied. It projects many scenes in my mind's eye. The title is so understated, yet sets the tone for what is to come ~ the first 3 lines are so delicious, uttery candlelight, mmmmmmmm. The last two lines are the quiet after the storm, when passion becomes a blissful afterglow
Breathtaking
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this was... beyond amazing
magical.. wonderful.. the images are just wow!
~rana~
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Wow..
.. bakatcha for such a nice comment, thankyou! And more applause? For me? *blushes* lol xx -
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hehe! well u deserve every one of them *blushes more*
ok now *feels stupid* umm.. ok ignore..
yeah i do have my moments...
kisses
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Great job. Boy, did I get an image o.o;
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Hehe
Thankyou
And it's always nice to get applause! xx
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Simply amazing
I really loved this. To be honest I normally prefer structure, but this was great! I had this picture in front of my eyes when you described the setting (kinda weird, but there you are) and ... well. It was great!
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Thankyou...
...so much, it's praise indeed from someone who prefers structure as well, so I really appreciate it. And thanks for the applause xx
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