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cigarettes & sex
the sky stretched
pale, persistent and thin
as moth’s wings;
our thoughts transparent
our needs primitive
between
lust & greed
freed of stillness flowing to sea
ideology portrayed
sequential and clear
yearning for chaos, maelstrom
storm becoming ‘Art’ of ashes
deep in valleys
high on hills
dark with deed
innocence consumed
mouth to mouth, teeth to teeth
in stagnated breath
we swallowed pride
to halo of the night
between
cigarettes & sex
I asked
to not interpret
method of my madness
watching the pendulum
of my heart
swing from passive hands
needing cruelty of words
mercury of thoughts
you gave me nothing, but
silence in measured weights
between
love & hate
crossing criss-cross'd threads
covering feeble bones
with molasses and honey
I laid there
in shameless nakedness
next to you
watching the master-
ful twirll of
cylinder spiral'd world
between thumb and forefinger
inhaling
fire and passion
I trembled
ebbed in web
feeling
the burn.
Published 29th Oct 2019
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30th Oct 2019 00:24am
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30th Oct 2019 10:04am
This is an amazing piece of poetry. Love the style and passion. You never cease to amaze.
30th Oct 2019 9:31pm
Top of the "Poetry Board" with this amazing picture of beauty and sensuality Layla.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
31st Oct 2019 8:00am
raw naked smoking warmth n the needful soothing burn... nicotianated fusion, my fav settings too;) ...all in the synced pulsing writhing with each breaths... filling fulfilling in the endless intaking....flowing wildriverine inna firing passion..beautiful work of art...to be read reread n felt infinite .. shine on Layla! x:)
31st Oct 2019 7:47pm
First observation in reflection is its proportion, the meter itself, unhurried, potent with atmosphere, carries an erotic emanation. The format of the short stanzas amidst the lengthier is great technique. I often advise people to keep it changing, it engages critical thinking and overall is enjoyable and aligned with being, in that life itself is change. Love the metaphor in your opening stanza. Observation within immediately generates curiosity. The haptics of the lovemaking are visceral, almost feral, with this overarching awareness of your poetic observations, it is a wonderful synthesis. Powerful close. Much to admire throughout, I could write an essay in reflection really, but will spare you lol. <3
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