You crackle from my fingertips;
a spark I used to feel
like the tingle of the sun
crawling languidly across my flesh,
the tickle almost quick.
The implications are only desperate,
(alive and thriving)
but taste like nothing.
I swam within your gaze,
enough so to dredge you through my veins
and hope I left
at least
the semblance
of a stain.
Author notes
Him.
A contest entry
- BYOP #2 by Cerulean Sunrise.
475 points, ended October 4, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE GOLD SHORTS 1 by Swan song.
2000 points, ended October 18, 2008, 43 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is tremendous!
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Thanks!!!!
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This is lovely... The sheer emotion, or lack thereof, in this poem is numbing, and it does evoke some unpleasant memories for this reader. I've been there myself, and it's not a place to which I wish to return... This is brilliance, in its darkest, purest, and most-luminous form. Well done, and good luck in Mark's contest!
In love and light,
Laura, aka Immortal
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Thank you very much
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Beautiful...and I don't even use that word.
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Thank you so much.
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