i pull your face close--
fingers at your clean-shaven jaw,
our lips meet and pause
and listen to the near-silent rustle
of my hands in your hair,
the heat of your touch
against my neck,
skin seeping into mine
a dream:
alone, only the sun
presses through the blinds
to warm my face;
morning draws on softly
Author notes
for him
A contest entry
- 50.000 points for drinking and writing [multiround prelims] by divebar.
610 points, ended May 19, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - two. by girl shaman.
400 points, ended May 15, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i don't know what to say about this at all.
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i am happy.... to see you are still writing .... you are a much better poet than i..... i havent been on in awhile... and i havent written since october..... i dont want to tell you the news.... not on this comment... its too impersonal.... i always felt drawn to you as a person on this site.... though i have never met you but its your words that lure me..... and this one..... i like this one.... it reminds me of dreams i've had... i wonder if our subject matter differs... i mean for you its male and i female but besides that... for me its of one i do not know yet.... i dream of girls i have no conscious memory of.... its strange... i wonder if i'll ever meet any of them... either way this poem reminds me of those dreams
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"and listen to the near-silent russle
of my hands in your hair"
gahh, this is gorgeous and i love the pressing softness to the piece, if that phrasing makes any sense. but i think you mean "rustle" here.
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ahh, thanks xD
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pretty. couldve said a lot more. didnt have to.
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Elicited a smile, very smooth presentation, light and yes, elegant. The sensuality is delicate. Lovely. Geo
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elegant, beautiful, sexy.
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this is so sensual and sad...
Well written. I like how you show emotion here.
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i love you babe
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