Old psalms from young throats
forced me to remember you
how you sat wide fingered
on a tryst worn chesterfield
heart beating like a pavement gosling.
You were petrified of yourself
standing like a colonnade
scraping graffiti like a back in motion
breathing for livings sake
and that was me in you
yet not inside till six months later.
In two hazel mirrors you laid
given from my mind,
taken by escalator teeth
with the kiss you blew me
leaving your lips
at mascara speed,
to a sea of brake lights
I drown in –
whenever I hear planes
A contest entry
- prompt contest; 16 entries; 20-30 words by Grey Mouser.
1200 points, ended May 15, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Well done and the memories of the past come forward with the stimulas of what touches the mind. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
Excellent
A most intriguing write which brings back a wide variety of memories. Very well written, indeed. Thanks for sharing.
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