I tasted you in the ocean
in the briny humidity
that lingered on your lips
but my skin was metallic
it rusted in your oxygen
and i knew you had to go
but when the moon casts silhouettes
on the coast where once we melted
I still feel the grit of sand on my back
and your warm forge master's hands
I only wish you still knew how to shape
metal.
Author notes
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A contest entry
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I love this, fine job!
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This is a pretty darn good poem Well deserving of the gold!!!! Tahnk you for sharing
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Another "fabulous"! Where do you get these great ideas? I should study more but I'm OLD.
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This is beautiful, my god!
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but my skin was metallic
it rusted in your oxygen
and i knew you had to go
This is your best poem ever written in the history of history. And those three lines are your best lines/stanza ever written. I would pin this to your page so you can get more comments on it because it is most defenitely worth getting others ideas on this one. Absolutely stunning.
Warmest,
Mylee
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