Apr 10, 2009

communication.

i stared at the nape of your neck and wondered how it would feel in my hand as we fucked

i looked into your eyes and was washed over with a sense of complete hopeless romanticism

i wanted to trade shoes with you, and hoped you'd be man enough to walk a mile in mine

my attention diverted to your smile as i though of all of the hearts you've painted with it

and how when you walk into a room...it feels like when the sun comes out while it's still raining

your attrition is what fascinated me the most...how it seemed your every breath begged forgiveness for something you aren't even sure you're guilty of

staring at the nape of your neck, then down to your shoes...you had my forgiveness
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5 comments:

  1. BillLeeApril 15, 2009 at 11:13 AM

    i stared at your poem and wondered how it would feel
    if you whispered it in my mouth

    i looked into your words and was washed over with a sense of complete eroticism

    i wanted to trade bodies with you, and see the world through all your apertures; to give you my thick cock to know the other side of the first inch of entrance to the last millimeter of that strange flower's interpenetration and the groan of appreciation of a woman who appreciates it

    my attention diverted to my recent serious considerations of celibacy and its implication regardless of Aristippus, Epicurius and endless weekends of polyamorous orgiastic celebrations of intimacy and existence

    your integrity amazing me ... how it seemed your every word celebrated the body electric; I do not ask any more delight—I swim in them, as in a sea

    staring at your words and through them your luminous being ... you have my gratitude

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  2. michaelApril 15, 2009 at 1:16 PM

    rough draft first version of a thought i had


    i can't/won't
    walk in your shoes..
    i am a man that walks
    with you alongside you
    this is our time to
    move ahead
    beyond what is yours
    and mine.our dreams of compassionate
    kisses and fucks that mean more
    than a wham bam
    you are the muse i want deeper.
    you are the friend that
    has haunted my dreasm for
    so very fucking l
    but is instead
    ours...
    our dreams of compassionate
    kisses and fucks that mean more
    than a wham bam
    you are the muse i want deeper.
    you are the friend that
    has haunted my dreasm for
    so very fucking long.

    i reach back and foward reaching
    for your romance..
    your hands head held down
    neck exposed..

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  3. AnonymousApril 15, 2009 at 2:20 PM

    if this popped off twice i apologize...i will try again with my response piece to your piece..

    i want to speak with you (conversation response poem)

    i can't/won't walk in your shoes..
    i am a man that walks
    with you
    alongside you
    this is our time
    to move ahead
    beyond what is
    yours and mine.
    but is instead ours...
    our dreams of
    compassionate kisses
    and fucks that
    mean more than a wham bam
    you are the muse
    i want deeper.
    you are the friend
    that has haunted
    my dreasm for
    so very fucking long.
    i reach back
    and foward
    reaching for
    shared delusion
    of romance,
    giving you my trust,
    your hands
    head held down
    neck exposed..

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  4. G~mileApril 20, 2009 at 1:35 PM

    My fav. for overt as well as subtle reasons. Too many to list and analyze here!

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  5. BillLeeMay 26, 2009 at 12:11 AM

    mrblee3@gmail.com
    want to talk about a reading to music wednesday
    coppertop lounge

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