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The One Called "Love"

Her eyes are jewelry I never cared for until now
emerald facets set in summer freckled skin,
too soft to not be drawn to
her lips are like nothing else,
that is all,
her lips,
and I have been drunk off her tongue not enough times
a curve to fit the curve of me and
we are golden
lying there as puzzle pieces,
slipping into place as the right ones do
her hips are a battlefield
many battles lost fighting herself
but the war will be won
with a gentle hand that does no more harm
only pushes the hair off my face
and the pencil along paper
clicking out more lead
burning like a fever to sweat it out.

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Amazing mosaic of powerful imagery. I am happy to see you back,


I find this poem delightful, and (quite obviously) very sexual, or at least suggestive. Only, I don't know how to respond to such a poem. Who's the subject, by the way?


No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot

I will admit that looking back on it I didn't intend on it being THAT sexual, but hey, it still works :) and as for the subject I suppose we've been together long enough. the subject would be our own dear kittymchale. look her up. she's utterly fantastic :)



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