twine my fingers to your toes,
then my toes to your toes... the other ones,
roll your hair to the nape of my neck
hiding us under the farrago of your tousle
as your nose squashes into my cheek
and our teeth twine
and our lips knot fourteen times
seven for each day
and seven for each of your body’s wonders,
wash your soiled silks in the lakes of my mouth
beating them against the boughs lining the insides of my chest
and the stones cowering beneath my navel
and the white bones carrying memories of you
puncturing my hide and my skin and my fur
from the inside,
stretch them to dry
neck to tied wrists to tied ankles
hardly aware of burning smells in the guttural noises
escaping
a constricted throat busy drinking you,
twine the insides of knees to insides of elbows
armpit to crotch to armpit to crotch
waiting for the prison of mouth
to release the viper of creeping tongue,
dribbling poisons of sesame and rice and milk and water
into the prison of mouth awaiting wide open
underneath
with its sleeping slithering viper coiled inside
ready to braid into one stiff carnal trunk
with limbs and bellies
and palms and shoulders
and cremated seeds of orange and sunflower and apple and plum,
wash your toes inside my cupped palms
wash your nipples inside my cupped palms
drop
the memories of milk and the salt of sweat and the bleeding drops of roses
to disturb the clarity of water
into a bubbling mire of scrumptious wines and strawberries mush
for you to drink
and feed me with,
delicious mouth sating ravenous gorge.
In a list
A contest entry
- deep water by Nicolette.
5200 points, ended January 7, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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normally, i find your work to be long on the wordy side.
but i have to admit, all these lines work for me.
intense stuff here
thanks for entering
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This is to be deep... deep inside the lake of love, deep inside the waters of each other, in each other's palms, bones, mouth, body..everywhere. As always your poetry carries with it an intensity - an intensity of intimacy - that just pulls the reader in, wanting him/her to be there too, to experience the depths of emotion that you so expertly drops onto the page... This is such a creative take on the contest theme, but knowing you and your poetry, I'm not surprised... yet you always manage to leave me with my mouth wide open!! There is so much to love about this poem... a sense of purification - especially in the last stanza.
Just beautiful, deep, sensuous, delicious poetry... a stirring of the deep waters indeed!
~ Nicolette
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speechless. thank you
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Kshiraniraka...what a title, what a poem... if I have to lose this contest for this one, then let it be so.
~Sonja~
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let me lose it to this comment...
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magnificent
hiding us under the farrago of your tousle
tell me what is that other language you speak?
I need to learn it also!
you hold quite the danger my dear sire.
Tamara
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the language of love. uncompromising language this one is. thank you, girl
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this is a little on the weak order; you need to get closer to this person -- don't hang back
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i don't hang, i push
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"wash your soiled silks in the lakes of my mouth
beating them against the boughs lining the insides of my chest
and the stones cowering beneath my navel
and the white bones carrying memories of you"
I see I was most correct in telling you that you would not, could not disappoint, Scribe. This is a wonderful penning, my Friend. Good luck in Nic's contest. 
Wanda
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glad i didn't
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