Constructed sculpture models
stiffen, hiding metallic bone
structures.
Eyes pulverize the potentially
perfect concrete.
You lay in sheets,
dried rough skin
begging for release.
I trace the
curves, chalked in
blueprinted messages.
My jackhammer fingers
bust the seams, dusting
your flesh as it unfolds,
opening to sky.
Ribs rise, steel rods
grinding, weaving wings
sparking with
chemistry.
Skyscraper bosom collides;
this city welding together
in junkyard art.
Lips-
kiss yours hard
& metals melt.
I rebuild us together.
Author notes
Blah. I need to go back & work on it.
Teenagers fall in love, right? Right. haha
In a list
A contest entry
- "they said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me, so darken your clothes and strike a violent pose." invite only. by Ryno.
450 points, ended April 1, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Your writing is top-notch, always, and this one, especially. 
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silver~congrats. teenagers are scary! especially ones in love! :0
Luke -
*dies laughing at the comment below*
The imagery in this one is really strong. And in a more literal read of this I got something erotic, yes, but also with another read I just got another metaphor to love, so it works either way
I like the ending and the depth you were able to add in there.
Great work, glad your writing again, thanks for the entry. -
gay, but not pansey
the use of construction-type words keeps this poem in manly perspective. fitting.
i like it, oddly,
Pap
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