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blanket
limbless we fought
in tunnel of
grey dawn flesh
the sleepless frozen
hand of other
constricting a prison
of meated ribs
bashing
the thud of bone-on-bone
in dark salt airs between
where heat
becomes cold
and void
becomes filled
tent surfaces slathered
and torn roots encoil
as electronic chimes
signal when
the game
is over;
sheltered souls
split sundered
27.12.09
in tunnel of
grey dawn flesh
the sleepless frozen
hand of other
constricting a prison
of meated ribs
bashing
the thud of bone-on-bone
in dark salt airs between
where heat
becomes cold
and void
becomes filled
tent surfaces slathered
and torn roots encoil
as electronic chimes
signal when
the game
is over;
sheltered souls
split sundered
27.12.09
Published 2nd Jan 2010
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Anonymous
2nd Jan 2010 4:54pm
like the way you have captured so much through this little piece,'the grey dawn flesh' is a very evocative phrase.Lovely dark erotic poem.
2nd Jan 2010 5:02pm
thanks - after i finished i realised i was thinking of Francis Bacon's paintings.
17th Jan 2010 10:53pm
Short yet immense in it's power. Your juxtaposition of nature and emotion are brilliant.
