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An Etheree

Kiss
again
my throat, my
ears, my eyes, my
hands, my naked thighs,  
my toes, my fingertips.
Your kiss is a maddening,  
a god’s voice, a rage against my
skin that makes me senseless to my sense
of where I end and where I, rough, begin.
Written by Baldwin
Published
Author's Note
I've been experimenting with a form called an Etheree -- a syllabic form which contains 10 lines and where each line length is increased by one syllable (i.e., one syllable for line one, two for line two, etc.). I challenge those here who think they are god's gift to poetry to cast something comprehensible in this form. Hey, J-Z,  let's see  you put your money where your mouth is. Does anyone want to bet that he'll hide is inability to write an etheree by saying something like he hasn't the time to do so?
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