Your eyes of brown meet mine
And water slips over me
And ice touches my neck
And fire singes my breath
And I hold the glance
Your creased fingers tap slow
And I kiss them
And I inhale them
And I rub them
And I do this in my mind
Your trousers slip high
And I condemn them
And I forgive them
And I laugh with them
And I rip them to shreds
Your specs slip
And I push them up
And I stroke your nose
And I take them off
And I give you an eyelash
Please tell me what you think
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HAHA!!! I LOVE IT!!! it is sooo refreshing! and different from the rest! I like this won ! Wonderful!!!
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Powerful imagery here, I liked this a lot.
Thanks for your comment. To be honest I don't know
I guess because I kept getting judged on poetry based on that and I was tired of covering up 'she' poetry or getting it judged as merely a gay thing (I know it is that, but to say 'she' as a girl adds a whole political dimension and I don't feel I do things in a v girly way anyway with all my friends being guys up til this year from when I was 7 This year it's different- the girls at uni are a bit more mature and less 'giggly' I'm at Bishop Grosseteste in Lincoln- where are you?
All the best
Pozo
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Thanks hun. And that's fair comment, you're right it does entirely change the way a piece is viewed if someone knows it's a girl-girl thing. I must admit I hadn't heard of that Uni before, but I've Googled it, and it looks very nice! I'm at Northumbria. Dunno if you'll have heard of it but I heart it, and had the highest entry requirements for my course in the North so... how could I pass it up!! lol. xx
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Thankyou very much
It is weird, but then it's a weird feeling I have! xx
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pretty weird write! amazing!
i totally loved that last line..
it has a weird vibe n it gives this weird chilling feeling..
great great job!
~rana~
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