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In Adoration
He loves her arm beneath the elbow.
Smooth cream skin, glowing with life
The blue tracery of veins dipping from the wrist
Into the lake of skin, as if diving
Before vanishing.
The mornings her arm lies on his pillow
In its living, breathing glory
Are wonderful. There
He can look at it, maybe gently rest
His fluttering fingertips on its alabaster surface.
Sometimes he dreams he is an explorer,
Walking across the desert of her arm
Drinking from those blue veins
Finding shelter in the crevices of her palms.[/font]
Smooth cream skin, glowing with life
The blue tracery of veins dipping from the wrist
Into the lake of skin, as if diving
Before vanishing.
The mornings her arm lies on his pillow
In its living, breathing glory
Are wonderful. There
He can look at it, maybe gently rest
His fluttering fingertips on its alabaster surface.
Sometimes he dreams he is an explorer,
Walking across the desert of her arm
Drinking from those blue veins
Finding shelter in the crevices of her palms.[/font]
Published 12th Apr 2011
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12th Apr 2011 3:46pm
12th Apr 2011 4:59pm
Hate to burst your bubble, but not really. I just liked the idea of veins as rivers.
I think this is great. Showing how some people appreciate very specific parts of the body for reasons or no reason at all, not all that different from a fetish, but maybe not to the same extent. Very interesting and creative.
