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savor
…bleed your rapid wanting breath against the shoulder of our sacrilege…
…display for me the formation of your reception…
…and envelope me into our disfunction…
…melt…
…as we both drown...
...in the heat that radiates off the flesh of our sin…
…die here with me inside of our deceit…
…as eyes are driven to role back into euphoric impurity …
…there fracturing the essence in the womb of our moments…
…not with ill-intent…
…but by which we make one in aura and by flesh…
…that later acclimated hours and inherent truth do not see with the same eyes…
…as initial blind wanting may have…
…display for me the formation of your reception…
…and envelope me into our disfunction…
…melt…
…as we both drown...
...in the heat that radiates off the flesh of our sin…
…die here with me inside of our deceit…
…as eyes are driven to role back into euphoric impurity …
…there fracturing the essence in the womb of our moments…
…not with ill-intent…
…but by which we make one in aura and by flesh…
…that later acclimated hours and inherent truth do not see with the same eyes…
…as initial blind wanting may have…
Published 2nd Feb 2010
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Anonymous
3rd Feb 2010 12:18pm
captivating piece, nathan, its as if you have taken one word and unfurled it to mean the arrested moment of intimacy.Stunning!
3rd Feb 2010 11:54pm
which word? savor? yes this is about intimacy but also about being torn.. the last few poems I've submitted were about a girl I knew.. we liked each other.. and we flirted.. but she was engaged.. and it was wrong of us to even toy with the idea of messing with the situation she already had.. so that's why I put in words like "paramour" which means illicit lover.. it was fun but it was wrong.. and I felt guilty I didn't even know the guy but I know what it's like to be cheated on.. I wonder if she ever told him or just hid it away in the closet with her other skeletons like we all have
Anonymous
4th Feb 2010 5:12am
i meant the title ofcoz nathan,when i read i felt the poem just unfurled itself from that title.Life is mad isnt it, sometimes we cry over things that we had once laughed for and also laugh over what we once cried out for!
4th Feb 2010 5:17am
you made me smile with this comment.. yes sometimes we cry and sometimes we laugh.. it IS all very mad.. xoxo
