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Meditations on a theme

bluegirl

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i. She slowly rises
Arching her back,
A perfect arc
Architecturally speaking.
And caught in the curve
Between her legs
I watch her unravel
The layers of flesh.
Like peeling an onion
And likewise, I know,
Her scent will
Cling to me for days.
ii. In the shadows
Of our lovemaking
I feel the palpitations
Of the little bird caught
Inside my breast
It’s heart beating
Against my ribcage
A tattoo of paradox
For all my bravado
I am afraid to know
That this little bird
With hollow bones
Also flies
With a hollow heart
iii. Tonight you have
A far off look on your face
That belies the intensity
Of this coupled encounter
And leads me to wonder
Where you really are
And who you’re really with
Why is your absence
Tantamount to cheating?
And why isn’t it me
You’re fucking?
iv. I loved the way
That wicked smile
Flickered across
Your face last night
When I told you
How your hand
Fit perfectly inside
The small of my back
And you replied
That it was not
The only part of you
That fit so perfectly
Inside of me
 
wow! these were all great but this was my favortie...
iv. I loved the way
That wicked smile
Flickered across
Your face last night
When I told you
How your hand
Fit perfectly inside
The small of my back
And you replied
That it was not
The only part of you
That fit so perfectly
Inside of me
 
^^^^^^^
thankyou both!!!!
i used to write a lot, then stopped for a while, and now i seem to back enjoying it again. with these poems i was trying to cover the whole gamut of emotions tied up with sex/fucking/making love - 1. beauty, 2. vunerability/fear, 3. anger/confusion and 4. humour...... there are so many and these were just a few that i picked
bk :)
 
i enjoyed reading this in my mind, i like the rhythm in the words.
In the shadows
Of our lovemaking
I feel the palpitations
Of the little bird caught
Inside my breast
It’s heart beating
Against my ribcage
A tattoo of paradox
For all my bravado
I am afraid to know
That this little bird
With hollow bones
Also flies
With a hollow heart
^ my fave bit :)
 
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