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She clothes herself in poetry,
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.
Literature
Let Me Down Gently
I never said I was an angel,
rather,
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
d
r
i
f
t
i
n
g.
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
Literature
Alzheimer's
His house is made of crumbling slats
of rotted knotted oak
peeling paint
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach.
Literature
*
I unbutton you, kiss by kiss.
I untie you, touch by touch.
I unzip you, rib by rib.
I unfasten you, moment by moment.
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NaPoWriMo - Day 18
I've had this idea in my head all day, and after NaPo, I will certainly revisit this concept.
EDIT:
I was thrilled to wake up this morning and find that this received a Daily Deviation. I wanted to offer a huge thanks to =Ireal70 for suggesting it and ^thorns for selecting it. Also wanted to say thank you to all the amazing people on this site who have supported me and my work. I've learned a lot, met a lot of great people and look forward to seeing how my work will continue to evolve.
I've had this idea in my head all day, and after NaPo, I will certainly revisit this concept.
EDIT:
I was thrilled to wake up this morning and find that this received a Daily Deviation. I wanted to offer a huge thanks to =Ireal70 for suggesting it and ^thorns for selecting it. Also wanted to say thank you to all the amazing people on this site who have supported me and my work. I've learned a lot, met a lot of great people and look forward to seeing how my work will continue to evolve.
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I don't generally like this sort of poetry, but this is amazing! I want to read it again!