Punch through the bubble:
Here I am!
Breathing phantom pheromones...
Imagining they were yours....
Running among dead forests,
On brown plates of crackling earth,
Knowing my thirsty arms would grasp on,
Knowing my red eyes would gaze upon
Neon sunlight!
Hearing laughter meant for others better than me--
Listening, nonetheless,
Knowing these waves are just for me
Knowing your lips swell
Full of blood as they touch
Mine
As your hair cascades down my shoulder
When we're finally
In the embrace
In which
We were meant to be.
Please tell me what you think
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there is some laughter ruefully dancing in the despair since that Pilate won't quite give in to it. Yeh love love love. yup.
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interesting
I read this 5 times and still just can't quite see the deeper, hidden , undertone that I am sure must be there. I don't like feeling stumped, the poem stands strong on its own merit however. I wish I could see it all............ don't we all?
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