seven stains of jizz lie on his chest, sporadically placed by so many faces before him. his eyes are not a lovers', they walk many long corridors looking for the little hall light which best resembles the one last seen looking up from clenched fists, small tears, and understanding that this, of all things in life, was the closest you had ever been to seeing real love-- one man, his apartment and the invitation to spend the entire night. many years go by and he remembers the shape of the room, fluid in the sullen rhythm of hips, conjoining with shadows from the ceiling to floor. un- nerving, it is, to find the one most vivid in your memory is the one you never knew, but for one great fuck. you spend evenings writing about it, like words could recapture what was never said, retrace information like a police report, finding that your adrenaline has failed you in your older age. dismayed as you may be, you try and recall those little details only to see that every unearthing brings less reality to the dream; suddenly there are no four walls, no floor that coldly washed your feet when you clamored out of bed at the age of nineteen, so long ago. suddenly there are no more bruises from harsh fathers and the imitations of sex are enough; deep, realistic love that radiates from him while sleeping, the grimace on his face that night you took him fully in your mouth. he has eyes again, he has teeth and you remember them from among the long line up of the many faces you have seen contorted in pleasure. they are no longer porn, they are no longer worn by anyone but him. soft skin, young face, the boy you couldn't remember
but wished you had.
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you are so beautiful and a genius.i adore you and well have i embarrassed you yet.
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one of your strongest to date. gritty and real, but still whimsically j-ish. loved it.
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oh
wow
this is like an electric shock. when you accidentally touch one of those fences made for horses.
incredible. every time i read something of yours i get a little more jealous of the way you write, the way your imagery is so perfect. the way that even this, with its brutal, harsh subject matter, is somehow beautiful.
like audri said, i'm pretty much lost for words. this is wonderful.
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i really dont know what to say.
im pretty speechless. this was great hun.. but wow i dont know what to think; the images were so stark.
keep it up
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holy crap!!
Vividly vulgar and talently written;
"no floor that coldly washed your feet when you clamored out of bed at the age of nineteen" being my favourite,
I dont know how to critique this, the vulgarity is slightly offputting but that is the point of the poem, I'm getting, and therefore brilliant in its deliverance.
again, imagery = very effective
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this goes in my list. "long ... hard to read... / but / AWESOME"
oops that wasn't part of your prose... hmm wonder why i quoted[[sorry i don't usually humor other people's view. or do i?]]
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long...hard to read...
but
AWESOME
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