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Published: 2004-05-23 14:40:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 158; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 9
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Complicated like the hand that slippedUnder the waistband of his pants
Hot and heavy, full of breaking
Conspiracy.
Dark hair sitting juxtaposed to his eyes
The colour of his eyes was the same
Colour that haunted an April fool’s afternoon.
You touch such an ugly goddess
My dear, my joker - and yet if you’re
Repulsed you say nothing.
Feeding on flesh-filled kisses
Kiss-catch on my heartstrings
Meat curtain –
Crude and satisfying, repeating Desiderata
To my aching
Pounding. Failing. Flesh.
Murder.
Like of crows
They feed on rotting skin
Like when you take my tongue into your
Mouth and replace your fingers
With a different
Need.
And it’s your moans that swop
The badly placed emotions
As do the rock of my hips –
Comfort and
Too many eyes watching me.
I never said yes
I never knew the reasons why.
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Comments: 7
Sonneillon- In reply to frootloops [2007-01-10 18:00:01 +0000 UTC]
heh! thanks. I had to go back and check what the poem was. It's always weird to receive comments on such old work, simply because I wonder how they ever find it. Upon re-reading it, I realise there are so many errors I made, and the piece seems so different to how I normally write. I am glad you liked it. The whole point of my writing, is ofcourse to feel it, no matter the interpretation
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Rushy [2004-05-23 15:13:06 +0000 UTC]
Theres something underlying this piece that I can't quite decide on.
It seems almost like a rape in places but who is doing who?
The refernce to Desiderata is also complelling.
It's ceratinly a good piece and reads very well.
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Sonneillon- In reply to Rushy [2004-05-23 16:16:00 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for the comment. You strike right in you assumptions, I think. But maybe its best left silent than left open
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Rushy In reply to Sonneillon- [2004-05-23 16:17:39 +0000 UTC]
It's your work, I'm just reading.
Good piece whichever way it is meant.
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stevedave04 [2004-05-23 15:04:51 +0000 UTC]
the imagery in this is breath taking and my favourite lines are
Feeding on flesh-filled kisses
Kiss-catch on my heartstrings
Meat curtain –
Crude and satisfying, repeating Desiderata
To my aching
Pounding. Failing. Flesh.
Murder.
truely a good piece and def a
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