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blushing in driveways.
something stirring, simple
wrapped around my spine.
you smell like menthol cigarettes;
your skin like sweet sunshine.
your words they linger longer
than your lips upon my own,
they dance across my rib cage
leaving marks upon my bones.
on cold nights your hands find me,
tucked between the stars
blind fingers finding smooth, bare skin
in driveways and in cars.
a buzzing, restless comfort
a warmth I cannot place,
while I sing, "the sound of silence,"
and you kiss my blushing face.
wrapped around my spine.
you smell like menthol cigarettes;
your skin like sweet sunshine.
your words they linger longer
than your lips upon my own,
they dance across my rib cage
leaving marks upon my bones.
on cold nights your hands find me,
tucked between the stars
blind fingers finding smooth, bare skin
in driveways and in cars.
a buzzing, restless comfort
a warmth I cannot place,
while I sing, "the sound of silence,"
and you kiss my blushing face.
Published 23rd Feb 2010
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23rd Feb 2010 3:44am
I usually don't think people understand how to use rhyme well, but here it works fabulously. The rhyme doesn't dominate the poem, so the rhythm doesn't sound painfully like Dr. Seuss.
23rd Feb 2010 4:31pm
Thank you! I agree that rhyming has to be used very carefully and in moderation. Your words mean a lot
24th Feb 2010 4:53pm
Loved the meaning in here. The rhymes were just the after-dinner mint, which was perfect.
24th Feb 2010 5:00pm
I absolutely love the fact that you called the rhyming an "after dinner mint." Thank you!
