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Monday: and he was late for work




I stole a corner
of skybright, temptation’s skin
peeled-back
saw you; lay there
on top of my diaphragm
your hands filled
with dancing birds
and kiss-talk lips,
eye-blues dipped to tantalise,
mouths speak in ancient tongues.

the language of 'another'
re-written
on the papyrus of blended bodies,

beneath my fingers
the thrum of featherlite whispers
bruise my ribs with a gentle push,
thighs and spine ease
just the right amount
of time-tingles,
touching you
there.


 



 

 

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For my man, Darin. xoxooxox

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  • zochit2me gold member
    June 2, 2008

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    Whoooooooo weeeeeeeeeee
    Hot stuff Gill...
    You are on fire as of late.

    I love this piece and love reading your work.

    Becky


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    June 2, 2008

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    "the language of 'another'
    re-written
    on the papyrus of blended bodies,"

    boy, you're hot lately Gill


    this is gentle and beautiful...


    thanks so much for entering such a fine piece in this contest....


    al


  • Dalaney gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    How did this one slip by me??? It is more of a pleasure to read you than it is to eat ice cream Love, Lane


    • NurseChilly gold member
      May 31, 2008
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      what... even ben & jerry's rocky road??? wow.... hehehehhehe

      love you lady, loads


  • LadyLavender gold member
    May 25, 2008
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    masterful, nursechilly. masterful!


  • Bungalow Bill
    May 21, 2008
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    Excellent

    This is fantastic


  • Cannonsfire
    May 21, 2008

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    OMG!!! I missed Monday!!! How could I when it was this passionate...did I forget to sigh or what Oh no matter I will do it now all over your page...got a tissue I'll clean up after myself! LMAO *sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* Love, Chez


  • Heart Sutra
    May 20, 2008

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    I love how you have the days of the week going through this series of your latest poems. The rich quality of your work ever shines through...

  • Heart Sutra
    May 20, 2008
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    I love how you have the days of the week going through this series of your latest poems. The rich quality of your work ever shines through...


  • tara wilson gold member
    May 20, 2008

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    this is the most beautiful poem I've read in a very, very long time,...I love it, Gill.
    "your hands filled
    with dancing birds" - love that line..well, all of them are gorgeous...and the title is so perfect because how many times have we been late for work because of being in this moment with a lover? You have captured this beautifully...and it flows so naturally...it is always a pleasure to read your poetry


  • Elora Danon gold member
    May 19, 2008

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    Your daily pieces never cease to amaze me! Damn girl...this is just - freaking awesome!

  • Rowan gold member
    May 19, 2008

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    I wish my Mondays were this naked... sigh. Or any day of the week for that matter, lol. Simply gorgeous, hon.

  • Shannon
    May 19, 2008

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    MMMM. Naked indeed! I love the image of his hands being full of dancing birds..also, featherlight whispers gently bruising ribs...

    yes, some very lovely images in here.


  • apples fell
    May 19, 2008

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    I have a few things in an old chest I keep under my bed that has a journal in it and some photos of family and just the randomized bits of a life. Oddly this reminds me of a poem that was written for me when I was about ten I think. It went something like this -

    " from the rush of countless vessels
    you bring me into twilight
    head like a posh little wheel of synapses
    all bottled up
    together
    and without end "

    Well as you can see it might not connect directly to your poem but I think it has something to do with the imagery really. The delicate nature of a searching soul. Thinking back now I forget exactly why the poem was written for me but I know it was important. And thus this is too.

    ;


  • Nicolette gold member
    May 19, 2008

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    "the papyrus of blended bodies....mouths speak in ancient tongues"

    "i could almost hear them yammering in acient tongues"..hmmmmmm "cough" "cough"... the morning found it's way into a poem - and i love it!

    Beautifully sensual, Gilly... all the "courses" are here. Now you understand why i love the "morning songs" (well, obviously you do too). Loved this poem and the lines that i've quoted above are my favourites.... i hear something young and fresh rising from these ancient metaphors.

    ...sighs...if only all Mondays could start like this!!

    ~ Nicolette


  • Thoughts-of-Soloman
    May 19, 2008

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    And I'm a dirty dog?!

    It's brilliant, I love the opening... yes, yes... I know
    And I love the form... !
    It's no wonder at all he was late for work... in fact I wonder if he's handed his notice in?


    • NurseChilly gold member
      May 19, 2008
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      hahahhahah ... cheeky sod... you're definitely top dawggg at the moment, woof woof

      LOLOL

      thankie kind sir


  • Lucy.
    May 19, 2008

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    woohoo, what's with all the sexy poems today! Enough to drive a girl nuts.
    Very nice.

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