phalanxes of blood red blossoms
blooming, flowering from the mouth,
they were carpeting over
velveteen and callous
his voice crackling as though it were played by a needle
in the dust
with eyes like a lion
his fingers were
plucking and strumming at time
like it never would matter
cauterized
and he would know the work of boticelli, and understand
venus's hand over her heart, coming out of that shell like a pearl
he would understand nakedness, and things created
and, being from the dark
he would not fear the dark
being from the flesh
he would not fear
anything from the flesh
it would be good
every kiss
every paper crane
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i didnt really understand the character of the poem
i liked the way you used words though -
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yeah i dont really either lol
but thanks
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i looked up the word phallanxes, and i think it's spelled phalanxes.
[awesome word choice by the way!]
and the poem itself was so beautiful i was so excited to see that you've written something its been so long! i am so happpy! <3
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thank youu babee <333
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"his voice crackling as though it were played by a needle
in the dust
with eyes like a lion
his fingers were
plucking and strumming at time
like it never would matter"
this is deep.
I need to come back and read it later
to drink more of it in properly.
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thank you :]
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