Digits trace impenetrable surface.
Your hands cold against my body heat.
I hope:
Marble shell will erode
Find numbers in my skin
Crack my codes.
Author notes
Twenty Five Words.
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie 10-20/25-30 by Poetic Tasha.
700 points, ended May 28, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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So creative. So smart. So funny. Argh - you're just perfect. Again. Hate you!
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You can't hate me, I am you missy.
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I hate me all the time - remember? the psycho-therapist said so. *g*
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Well I say you're not allowed and frankly my opinion means more than some overpaid psycho-by-the-book therapist anyways... you know I'm right =]
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I love it when I'm right.
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Both erotic and humorous... love it!
Ken
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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed
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Hey..this is kewl! It's abstract yet very knowing from ppl like me. I how this feels and still do. A great write and I wish you luck!
~Kystal Angel
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oooh different take, nicely done
good luck
Tasha
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Crack my codes.
I like that a lot..well written..All the best!
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Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it!
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