flick, flick
switch;
off and on and off-
dew woman,
burning in the eye of morning.
rolling away to discover,
beneath the pillow, left behind,
still warm and pink and hungry-
the last way I wore you to sleep.
one arm defying
the cold threat of a smooth sea
and you will be swept home, to be
the shadow from the skirt of the moon,
tracing, with a thin mask of patience,
so slow, so diabolically invasive,
across the desert of back and breast;
sloping mountain of sand, that boldly stands
outside the stillness of a dark cotton hollow,
for the memory of fingers that dared.
so many turns, in yearning,
I will plead, though unrepentant,
for pardon from the sheets.
switch;
off and on and off-
dew woman,
burning in the eye of morning.
rolling away to discover,
beneath the pillow, left behind,
still warm and pink and hungry-
the last way I wore you to sleep.
one arm defying
the cold threat of a smooth sea
and you will be swept home, to be
the shadow from the skirt of the moon,
tracing, with a thin mask of patience,
so slow, so diabolically invasive,
across the desert of back and breast;
sloping mountain of sand, that boldly stands
outside the stillness of a dark cotton hollow,
for the memory of fingers that dared.
so many turns, in yearning,
I will plead, though unrepentant,
for pardon from the sheets.
Author notes
read it slower
Comments
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"and you will be swept home to be/ the shadow from the skirt of the moon" That completely startles me so I reread the poem continually to read it again. And of course the beautiful last line!


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It is best read slowly that's for sure. Your metaphors and beauty are flawless, it makes me sad for those including myself who know not of this kind of perfection. Well done.


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This is so slow and so diabolically invasive... you have an outstanding command of blending vocabulary in ways I would never think.
Buddy


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very nice i love the form keep up the great work... this piece really flows nice i love it...
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this is beautiful & so wonderfully sensual.
enjoyed..


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thank you
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Ok, too much more and I'll need a heart surgeon...really, this is a labrynth of poetic wonder, in its exploration of yourself....guess what, another bookmark...


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The title is enigmatic.
This is a poem that takes more than it gives in the best kind of way.
And that is what love does!
Sensually exciting and imaginatively subtle, this poem explores human togetherness between sheets with freshness.
Best wishes for this beautiful poem.
Ron.



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Thank you, Ron
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WOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!
Now this is awesome!
Love the opening stanza! Absolute perfection, dear. Of course you know I already loved the second stanza. The longer stanza in the middle took me by total surprise. It was stunning, blunt, yet so beautifully imagistic and poetic.
You are so brilliant, so talented. Everything about this screams at the reader - PAY ATTENTION TO ME! I will not be forgotten or forsaken. I am not weak or pathetic, I am strong and even though I love you I won't let you take the best of me.
I read it through very quickly the first time, the words tumbling through me like a whitewater rapid through a gorge, then I got to your author note and burst out laughing.
I did read it again - slower - and really loved the way the words sounded and the images they invoked.
You forever awe me.


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lol I wasn't saying any of those things, but I love your reaction! Very exciting! Thank you so much,C
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Hmm... maybe that was just me projecting! LOL.
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I appreciate that, truly!
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I love the line;
'the last way I wore him to sleep'
this is sensual, calm, and so beautifully penned. I felt as though I were just floating through the imagery...the way love should feel. Excellent


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Yes, the purposefully oblique description which drives our imaginations wild! I found this totally sensual, quite erotic! I think it was when you said to "Read it slower" that I, um, seemed to get a bigger picture! Very well done! Lita


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Thank you so much! C
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You are a brave soul. There are tender or not so tender moments that I somehow just won't share. It's nt that I'm not a romantic, it's just that I won't go to those places in print. I guess I am a coward or a fool, or both. You write as if the world outside did not exist. As if all that mattered was that moment and that night. For that I compliment you. I always knew from the first time we crossed paths that your road in verse was one that I sometimes would never cross. It is refreshing to me that you go down these roads and expose the angst that actions bring. You bring the pain but do it without remorse. Like you're almost looking in at yourself. I'm out of happy clappy people and keep losing points everytime I comment. Just suffice it to say, "I love you". RC
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that is my favourite comment from you, ever lolol. thank you so much, my dear friend.
C
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this is extrememly well done. thank you for sharing it with me today. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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o.O interestingg poem, it really does paint a picture of sorts. >.> i'm sorta curious as to what was under the pillow, yet at the same time i don't wanna know. rofl
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Great LOL. I tremble to think what exactly is beneath that pillow.


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