your hand cups ~ sheltered in the sweet swell ~ of my hip ~ travels upward ~ sweeping o'er ~ curved line of ~ spine ~ fingering the vertebrae ~playing notes in ~varying pitches ~ cresting the blades of shoulders ~ mine ~ spanning the distance ~ betwixt them ~ walking fingertips ~ o'er the suspension of ~ neck ~ and resting in hollows of ~ collar ~ breaking slightly afore ~walking off again ~ to find that familiar hollow ~bone on bone ~hand cradled home ~ of hip
Author notes
finally getting some!
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lol, 'twould seem it did post after all! weel, here i go correcting it and such. i thought it got deleated!
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the rawness of the misspelled parts of speech (travles, sweepng, varring, breating, etc.) and unconventional em dashes as sole punctuation make for an authentic, new erotic sound in this short thick poem. if it's an accident, then it's certainly a happy one. -silverphish


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Unless the spelling errors are on purpose...which very well may be the case, I think telling someone spelling errors are okay in a serious piece is totally absurd. The dashes I suppose have more ground for debate but when you make that many spelling errors I think it just distracts the reader. I suppose that is why the world is great-what I think is distracting you feel is happily raw, go figure!
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I really think this is a hot but tasteful piece. I really do think though that the way its all crammed together makes it difficult for the reader. I think the caliber of this writing deserves the space to be fully communicated and also extend to the reader the opportunity for comprehension. Some errors are present, I believe,you, the first word you meant to be your. Travles to travels. Sweepng to sweeping. Vertabrea to vertebrae. Varring to varying. Betwix to betwixt. Towards the end breating I believe you meant here breathing. And finally afor to afore.Sorry, I just had to point that out. To give you an idea of the space I was talking about earlier...
your hand cups
sheltered in the sweet swell
of my hip~travels upwards
sweeping o'er~curved line of
~spine~
fingering the vertebrae
playing notes in
varying pitches
cresting the blades of shoulders
~mine~
spanning the distance
betwixt them
walking fingertips
o'er the suspension of
~neck~
and resting in hollows of
~collar~
breathing slightly afore
walking off again
to find that familiar hollow
~bone on bone~
hand cradled home
of hip
Disclaimer:I hope you take these comments lightly. Just know I only do this for the betterment of your poetry and my editing skills. Take my comments or leave them, it is your art and your choice. I in no way mean to offend you!
Again this poem is full of vivid imagery. A wonderful write, Keep it up! Leah

