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My ghost, the dark
My ghost, the dark,
he runs in the night,
in action,
and in strength,
his body spread
feint of my soft shell,
he airs a tender,
devotion,
ferrous delight,
untouched,
intent on febrile emotion.
he runs in the night,
in action,
and in strength,
his body spread
feint of my soft shell,
he airs a tender,
devotion,
ferrous delight,
untouched,
intent on febrile emotion.
Published 17th May 2014
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Anonymous
17th May 2014 3:24pm
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You are so right as per the gender. Just an observation in today's society, I think that women can and should be able to write, and live, with as much sensuality and strength as a man if they so choose and be confident about it - make love like one as far as that matters and enjoy the hell out of it without being degraded. But they don't have to romp and storm about it either(yet there gives a little more freedom in writing). I think it all goes back to conducting ourselves as ladies and gentleman, but that's just my opinion. Thank you for the encouraging comment.
17th May 2014 8:58pm
your explanation above certainly adds a lot to this piece, but the poem stands proudly w/o it. the concept of it, the construction, make the reading delightful...
17th May 2014 9:38pm
John, thank you so much. I might have told on myself a little, but that's okay, the truth entails the critique, (with a bit of blush). It's actually part of a longer piece that I haven't pieced together yet, and I was seeing how it looked in writing. Thank you, I'm always happy to see your comments.
