Rich, thick
life and creamy
cold
blown glass
touched to taste
cold metal
Stop
I'll hold you
on my tongue
a moment,
release
cascade
down
Stop
They say you have breadth
from blood
and they Say
hungry birds
would starve
in space
Stop
But the touch of your skin
on my lips is enough
we'll send them out
anyway
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I read this a few times and I like it. I enjoyed how it comes over as a stream of conscious reflection.
Mmmmm. This poem makes me a little dizzy. I love the rhythm. I love the jagged edges. I feel as if I could have written this poem (which is very much the best compliment I can give!). I love the "stop"s and my favorite is this: "and they Say
hungry birds
would starve
in space"
And thank you so much for your comment on Broken Mannequin... By far one of the most touching and beautiful things anyone has ever said about my poetry. Thank you for that gift.
Absolutely top rate. I love your writing
Linda
Lovely writing, you have -
I would like to present you with the Lemonade Award. Details will be posted on my blog shortly.
I really really like this one...
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