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I like to hold your words in my mouth
So although I sometimes say that I do not recognise you with your glasses on
From many different angles I am in love with your face
And with your eyelashes, and also with your eyes
From many different angles and in many fascinating fleeting spaces
I fall into looks and into places,
Which stay with me long after you have turned away
Sometimes you hold me with looks of perceptive intensity which
Sear through me to a point which catches-
Capturing something other than surface, something visceral and naked
When you fuck me the way you like, I agree before knowing
And when you touch me your hands are careful and deliberate,
Moving precisely as I desire before I desire it
I like to hold your words in my mouth and mull over their meaning
To taste them and feed them and wear them and steal them
Because your voice always excites me
And your approach to living makes me want to move beside you
From many different angles I am in love with your face
And with your eyelashes, and also with your eyes
From many different angles and in many fascinating fleeting spaces
I fall into looks and into places,
Which stay with me long after you have turned away
Sometimes you hold me with looks of perceptive intensity which
Sear through me to a point which catches-
Capturing something other than surface, something visceral and naked
When you fuck me the way you like, I agree before knowing
And when you touch me your hands are careful and deliberate,
Moving precisely as I desire before I desire it
I like to hold your words in my mouth and mull over their meaning
To taste them and feed them and wear them and steal them
Because your voice always excites me
And your approach to living makes me want to move beside you
Published 12th Dec 2011
| Edited 13th Dec 2011
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15th Dec 2011 4:18pm
Reminds me a little of that e.e.cummings poem 'i like my body when it is with your'....a mix of that, and a Braque portrait. And I like the way in the end line you use the word 'move' and not something as plain as 'be beside you', cause there's a temporary feeling to just 'be' I think, whereas 'move' suggests growing and changing, but together.
