my eyelids are a king and queen,
falling into mere pawns
because you are woven into my cheeks
draping around the concaves of my bones
and clinging onto to pure flesh
suckling what life once filled
the arch of my back
that's screaming
at your thin lips to open up
the thousand boxes
i hid while you dreamt
of moments
when the world ceased it's spin
and i'd have time
to discover
every bump on your skin
each hair that stands so tall on my arms
pretentious,defined
and echoing symmetrical forests of trees,
gallant skyscrapers
where we could capture our innocence
so pixelated that it would ripen
and i'd pluck each core
and plant it inside you
along with all the secrets spoken
to harvest fields of common thoughts
like patterns dancing tip-toe
to reconnect our fingers-
nail bitten and trembling,
falling and calling themselves
a more prosaic name
calloused only on our prints
to become a wider spiral
elapsing into small capsules of time,
bottled for beauty
and shadowing an intangible past
A contest entry
- Patron PIF by onerios13.
3500 points, ended September 17, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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the arch of my back
that's screaming
at your thin lips to open up
the thousand boxes
i hid while you dreamt
of moments
when the world ceased it's spin
Rich and complex as a glass of the finest merlot, this sang and caught me in its tiny webs of brilliance and longing. Wonderful in its originality and beauty, this was assuredly a feast for the eyes and senses.
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thank you so much!
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you're amazing thank you
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"each hair that stands so tall on my arms
pretentious,defined
and echoing symmetrical forests of trees,
gallant skyscrapers
where we could capture our innocence
so pixelated that it would ripen
and i'd pluck each core
and plant it inside you
along with all the secrets spoken
to harvest fields of common thoughts
like patterns dancing tip-toe
to reconnect our fingers-"
WOW.
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