Time dribbles off sundew, afternoon sweat in a month that does not usually resemble summer. It is March, the month of waiting for springdrops and marshmallow chicks, all dolled up in yellows that are too sweet to melt. The days aren’t wet, but I make them –
Bright sky reflects off of leaves and onto my skin, oozing for a touch of breeze and blue. It kisses on hipbones protected by flabby undersides that swim trunks cannot contain. Yet all is beautiful in fat, decorated by brown specs. They dance up my arms and around my breasts.
So the slow tune of a windchime turning her voice to the world wakes the lover inside of me; he tells me again why I am laying here under the branches,
and makes love to me as I meditate.
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Author notes
it looks better in Times New Roman.
In a list
A contest entry
- real life. by decode.
900 points, ended April 11, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
of course that's how you're supposed to feel.
Comments
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love this
i like how it evolves from a picture of you by yourself to you with another person... and a little bit of evolution of yourself as well.
-cassidy
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thanks so much
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it's beautiful as is, even if it's not in times new roman. i'm a professed tnr/verdana whore, myself.
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haha, thank you
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amazing and beautiful write...
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i must tell you, your prose is ah-mazing! this is absolutelty stunning.. seriously.
you should write prose more than poetry.
- and i knowwwww. every poem looks soooo good in other fonts. lol.
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I actually think so, too. My poetry has died out.
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gorgeous.
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truly beautiful cassie-la!!
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