the world
all it holds
and my saliva
stringy
left hanging on
edge of your mouth
no Bible told us
sex was the worm
of an apple
and I could squirm
in
out
around you
it was never safe
it was perfect
to be the rib
God left out
floating
a missionary position
underneath
subservient
until braille became
something fingers touched
Author notes
"All of my clothes feel like somebody's old throwaways;
I don't like it.
It's good to be in love."
A contest entry
- a ceremony in the body by likeforeignpost.
900 points, ended July 27, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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the third fourth and fifth stanzas were so great. i kept re-reading those over and over. this is going to be a hard contest to judge...thanks for entering
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I think you may already know my thoughts on this one. This is stunning Chez. Definately in my top five from you. Just wow!
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You are my braille, I know you knew that 
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Wow! Amazing imagry and complex emotions going on here. I here both the "we doing this, damn the consequences" and the "must submit to another's will". that same mixed message we get about sex in the bible, most religious sources and society, ironically.
Fantastic write, well done!
. Rewarded 6
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Thank God for Braile
I Love the ending...
...and your Wonderful Words!
...and You, my Friend!!
~ Nicky♥
. Rewarded 4
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Very interesting....I understand where you coming from
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no Bible told us
sex was the worm
of an apple
and I could squirm
in-
out-
around you
This was just gorgeous...the descriptions, the light almost wistful emotions that poured out like fresh spring water from some mystic well.
I was about to enter this contest but after reading this and Nik's, I'm startin' to get skerred!
But yeah. This sang. Loved it.
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Thank you so much but reading your pieces I don't think you have to be scared lol I just love yours C
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This was stunning bold unafraid just like a lover many men dream of
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.. now what can I say to this write?! this was just so wonderful! the imagery and flow of this was perfect! I really loved it! you did a wonderful job 
best of luck!!
Angel
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sissy
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Wow
I feel inadequate to even comment on this write... such deep thought and brilliance here hun!!
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S.I.L
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Superb
I rather like this one, although I don't quite know what to say about it, except one question: Is there a wee touch of irony, in this write? Again, very well written. -
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lol only a wee bit but thank you for noticing it!
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The title made me think different before I read it. I didn't think it would have as much imagery or be just about this. I just love how you put two different forms of poetry...well, in ways, tags...how they seem completely different. v-v yes, it's hard for me to explain, it's a wonderful poem thoug
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There's a lot of imagery going on in this, complex, layered, it could be read as a celebration ...as well as mourning...
The safety of being Eve... for me that one is ...rich..
because the inclusion of it suggests that it is otherwise not.. if that makes sense??
The mix of religious images tied with the physical make this far more than your basic... write, they allude to things ..allowing me to take it in several different ways, .. though for me, many of them are painfully sad..
And the braille, a perfect image.. ..of distance, life, death, loss, and humanity.. in ways I don't think I could explain..
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In some ways it is personal to the way I once felt, the zealot's wife and you are right love, a celebration but a sadness until someone, somewhere else makes you feel it, after the sensation of being used. Inciteful comment, I appreciate it. Love, C
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"it was never safe,
it was perfect
to be the rib
God left out"
that's a great line. Loved this take, such freedom in it. Just the way it should be.
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this poem uses fairly intense erotic images to evoke a contemplative final three stanzas culminating in the final line ... the line is full of possibilities and is a potent last line .... yes, it is good to be free in some sense, yet there is a moment in time when the freedom or subservience from which great strength and seductive power lies becomes revealed and there is a desire to become a bearer of ones own wings and search
lines 4,5,6 and the second stanza are probably about as erotic as I have read in a while ...
this is a brilliant poem and I can't find anything to say except ... sigh
but the final lines give this an added dimension which I hope you don't put up against anything I have written in a contest, because your poem is totally enchanting
three turtles love this poem too
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