I remember
sweat, and sticky water,
bodies pressed in deafening sound,
your hair a perfect frame
to notes we screamed,
but only mouthed –
pure strangers laughing ecstasy,
eyes met by future friends,
you became my bosom-rebel
as we made each other’s ends.
I’d sew details
to your dresses,
bite wear into your clothes,
you were a symmetry of person,
the confidant I’d never known –
our fingertips, and lipstick,
taught rough play to softened skin,
teasing smiles you used to give me
and begging neither to give in.
I loved
the way you kissed me,
holding moments by the hips,
how only you could stop to say it
and it bitterly was missed.
Comments
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nice write.
i dont usually like poetry that doesnt have a perfect rhyming flow. but this was very well written. i love the way it flowed and wasnt forced at all.
keep it up!
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Great writing of this piece. It has a smooth flow, not overly cliche' and really leaves a bit of sting at the ending. I like this alot
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