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pushpins
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I stood naked
dressed in nothing but your words
feeling so divine and honest
with the way they
massaged themselves into my skin
with their unashamed indulgence
and suggestive tones,
the surprising candor
catches me in my innocence
off gaurd
jabbing the pure ecstasy
through the lace of my skin
and I am internally falling
into frigid water
the shock of unbeleivable
desire and attraction
distracts my words
and i get lost in my own speech
stuttering and sputtering
with eyes wide
in front of you
utterly amazed.
How your words
can slither up my body
and tickle sighs from my soul
trickling past my lips
captivated by your poem...
I am so willingly surrendered
as a sacrifice to your intent
so i may feel more
of these thoughts
caressing my body through
miles of unimportant space
filtering through reality,
I am dressed in your words
and moving to the pause
on your lips
free to use and make
surrendered.
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(dedicated to mr.tenderheart bear who beats his phrases through the vines of this
unstoppable
blathering text.)
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farmbear i mean fish
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whoa. this bear, whoever he be is quite thee fotunate ted. i wish i was he.
jamie...you do have a way with what you be sayin.'
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pushpins
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thankyou :)...
theres just this underrated person
who needed a poem...
old poem
expired thoughts?
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lycanthrope
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they say that one size fits all,
but they're wrong.
i could sooner cloak the night sky
in diamonds
than i could
contain the you in me,
the way your nakedness expands
to unclear edges,
inhaling and exhaling
cold, warm, night, touch.
words are a leap of faith, a bridge on the tenous and unbearable gaps of your body at rest:
the slender and retreating
and converging hallways of your
hands and thighs.
they are unmoored by your motion.
i cannot contain you, you are statuesque
naked before me.
i send off countless expeditions without maps,
i am a tyrant, and the best parts of me are unwitting victims.
your flesh consumes what they thought was theirs.
and you absorb and you absorb,
the cherry red of every flag i unfurl.
the underground coal dust of a lonely and breathy sigh.
the wilderness is only clothed in lies.
anything else would be unbearable.
would be the widening of these eyes,
would be the slow subsiding of our kiss,
the binding of far away realities in words.
ocean, shore.
pleasure.
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lycanthrope
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they say that one size fits all,
but they're wrong.
i could sooner cloak the night sky
in diamonds
than i could
contain the you in me,
the way your nakedness expands
to unclear edges,
inhaling and exhaling
cold, warm, night, touch.
words are a leap of faith, a bridge on the tenous and unbearable gaps of your body at rest:
the slender and retreating
and converging hallways of your
hands and thighs.
they are unmoored by your motion.
i cannot contain you, you are statuesque
naked before me.
i send off countless expeditions without maps,
i am a tyrant, and the best parts of me are unwitting victims.
your flesh consumes what they thought was theirs.
and you absorb and you absorb,
the cherry red of every flag i unfurl.
the underground coal dust of a lonely and breathy sigh.
the wilderness is only clothed in lies.
anything else would be unbearable and exact.
would be the widening of these eyes,
would be the slow subsiding of our kiss,
the binding of far away realities in words.
ocean, shore.
pleasure.
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lycanthrope
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oh that doesn't look cool.
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lycanthrope
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not only did i double it...but it was supposed to be...our agreement is the binding of...ah nevermind...wear these patched up ones too.
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lycanthrope
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and i decided to add, resources i had kept for myself after breathy sigh...alas...it doesn't matter. here's to the impulse and not the corrective measures.
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yummychuckle or pushpins or something
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who says this was the one?
huh?
maybe there is someone else with that nickname.
maybe I didn't mean a word of it.
maybe I just thought
"what the hey, he thinks I like him, might as well..."
maybe.
but more likely than that, your poem is about as fake as lawn flamingos.
even if it is the perdiest darn thing I've seen since the concentration and downward eyes, the shoulders and the white...
pssshhhhhhht, puhleaze.
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amongst the ruins
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id rather wear fig leaves
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Jevad
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you've left me
alone
wearing nothing but my words
stripped down of anything decent
because all i have to stand up for now
is me
and i don’t have to wrap myself with blankets of lies
anymore
pretenses shed
i am me
read all about it
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lycanthrope
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reading a lot into words aren't you? how do you know it wasn't just a blather riff i stumbled upon. how do you know i didn't want my words to be threadbare, transparent. so you'd be naked, and convinced it was all my pretty words providing the shimmer. the empresses new clothes.
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good people
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you can see righ through my ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pants
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pushpins
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your words clothe me just fine.
they are direct and yet evasive
but they cling to my curves the right way, and let me move about freely, in fact they encourage me to dance...
and if they are a vague sheer curtain so that you might see me naked, so be it.
Its nothing new for either of us....
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jg
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flattering the feminine curves and hiding the flaws you never noticed because to you-they're not flaws-and the gown you've created for me is my favorite collection of sounds-you make me beautiful
but you only exist when i sleep
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ta-da!
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they feel so good
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