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Submitted by gumpymonkey on 12 March 2008 - 8:21am.| Updated 22 April 2008 - 5:19pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Plush lavender lips dowsed in decadence
Stitched with tensile symphony strings.
Will not the owner of such arousal share
But a shameful crack of crooked smile?
The dips and chips of pearled grind gems
Are more awkward with curtains drawn dark,
Imprisoned emotions claw at frowning fabric
With slight escapes few and none between.
The self loathing spills of agony project
With unmatched screams of the perpetual.
Causing us that hear a silent surrender
To mourn your spirits eternal impotence.
Release the unquenched rush of laughter
Boiling painfully on muscles of cheeks.
To hell with learned persecuting perfection.
Grin wildly in naked light for us and for me!
Nice
Like it. Love it. Grinned at the end of it, for some reason. Writing is great therapy (especially for those of us avoiding therapy).
An arousal shared in silent surrender
The imagery you weave here is an intrigue, time and again this coercion of prose is inviting and intricately woven. This is as fierce as a painting, a most flattering hymn. Keen and confident are the prying eyes that capture a spirits eternal impotence and celebrates it. Here it cheers and tempts the parting of plush lips into wild naked delight unbound.
Quite a snake charmer you are.
<3
a child of deficiencies