he reads to me
words written in a wormhole
state of supernatural conception
his voice penetrates me
perforates my psyche
latex free, lightly powdered
slipping on, covering easy, me
cause it ain't the heat
its the humility
a beautiful shiny chrome toaster
laughs in echoed round
beating the heart, warm foam mallets
a drawl, makes cozy grow glowing
makes golden brown, hot bred
solid. solid. thick. firm.
these words not spoken
in my usual lilt.
felt, feeling familiar from some wear.
long strands of love me wave, maybe
or laid out. prone.
strewn, vulnerable-like
over the cool side of the pillow.
projectile spewing thoughts
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you have a very distinct flow
that is rather cool. I'm diggin the images so vividly expressed throughout. The alliteration gives several of your verses a quite lyrical quality. You're proving to be a rare find. A unique style.
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Very interesting use of sensuality, imagery and beat poetry in combination. Very well done. The lines refering to the toaster got me smelling toast.
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This is a really cleverly crafted piece...great rhythm...took me in and waltzed me through.....nice write indeed
I salute you
T
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wow
from warmth to bulnerable and desirous...this was an intense exprseeion of the entire journey right using the imagery that was so profond.. I loved it like hell -
latex free, lightly powdered
slipping on, covering easy, me
cause it ain't the heat
its the humility
idk why this is my favorite part, but wooow. well written
and as for the ending.
vulnerable-like
over the cool side of the pillow.
. nice example.
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as silk sheets flutter
in the wind of a passage
of thought
smoothly delightful urge
to bite
crust not quite soft
or hard.
Crumbs in bed
are ok when nobody
cares
Delightful write Jen, I like it a lot. 
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