With the undulant firmness
of light pressed into shadow,
lines ribbed in pride of perfection.
Your sweet salinity, your scent,
has summoned me into your void-
I'll die a thousand little deaths
where darkness waves it's serenity
and your abundant mercy wraps
the fragile bones of my eternity
with our own creation story~
Author notes
"Little Deaths" refers to: The spiritual release that comes with orgasm, or a short period of melancholy or transcendence, as a result of the expenditure of the "life force". [French Derived/La Petite Mort] Image Credit: Zebra ~ By: A. Weinert [50 Words]
A contest entry
- Pre- Write Show Down by D Saul So Sexy.
600 points, ended August 15, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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your abundant mercy wraps the fragile bones of eternity.with our own creation story a brilliant poem full of strong imagery and emotions I realy loved this good luck in the contest
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Thank you for entering this. A very unexpected topic!!
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Beautiful..this...
waves of dark and light
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I love it when the poem is better than the picture provided as this one is. I think you have captured sensitivity. I love the days I get to spend with your poetry.
Love,
Amera♥
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La Petit Mort!!!! How hillarious!!! I have been tossing thoughts in my head for a piece using that prompt all day and than I click on this!!! A very beautifully sensual piece!! Very well done and best wishes...
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matching skin...
one pound of acclamation; an ounce of progenerative resistence; a ton of fun love, and a broad swath of stripe light down the perfect curvature of femininity. coarse, firm, gentle and soothing - this you have strewn together well...
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I'll die a thousand little deaths
beautiful Ithy
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Love the last line. Like the idea of light pressed into shadows. Nice innuendo. Very good job.
Love, Tom B.
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