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sometimes when you ask
I fall through clouds of empty sheets
close blue eyes against falling stars
hold your hymns close to my cheek
tilt as if the world defies gravity
hair tangling at the root
while a body writhes punctuated
against the open invite of your hand
sometimes when you ask
I gift skin in noon’s crumpled piles
give myself over and over
to the crash of merciless waves
against desolate English shores
press poems against your bones
offer you communion
softly pray into your open mouth
drink you as if your word is holy
and you are my last glass of God
Published 28th Jun 2024
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28th Jun 2024 2:25pm
29th Jun 2024 10:27am
Full of imagery in a way in which you absolutely excel. Beautifully written on the surface but much seems to lurk underneath. Something akin to innuendo. Really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing Missy. 🙂
29th Jun 2024 10:29am
Hey there, and thank you. I do enjoy imagery when the muse calls for it. And she was calling for it this morning clearly.
Thank you for dropping in and leaving your thoughts :)
-M
Thank you for dropping in and leaving your thoughts :)
-M
Anonymous
28th Jun 2024 5:41pm
Don't even know where ti begin with this one. Not sure words could actually do it justice.
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29th Jun 2024 10:30am
29th Jun 2024 2:18pm
Pressing poems against you bones and holding hymns close to cheek are awesome
29th Jun 2024 7:44pm
Thank you kindly! I liked those lines a lot myself so I’m glad that somebody else picked up on that.
Thank you for dropping in and leaving your thoughts :)
-M
Thank you for dropping in and leaving your thoughts :)
-M
