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in the morning
it is easier to wake
after our skins meet
sun on amber sun
hot tea on stone
and whether I choose
to write the collision
your love is a drum
beneath beater palms
loud and rhythmic
as you compose
below my bones
noting nothing
silent ever dwells
in beauty, except danger
and our song that repeats
at least thirty times a day
Published 19th Feb 2025
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19th Feb 2025 11:20pm
19th Feb 2025 11:39pm
Anonymous
20th Feb 2025 8:46am
Hello M,
This to me was a way to focus on personal intimacy, as if you were describing a body being the drum and interaction as rhythm. Even though you themed it as lust there was something fragile about it, fragile in an essence, realness without being too blunt. All the best to you, blessings,
Rianne
This to me was a way to focus on personal intimacy, as if you were describing a body being the drum and interaction as rhythm. Even though you themed it as lust there was something fragile about it, fragile in an essence, realness without being too blunt. All the best to you, blessings,
Rianne
28th Feb 2025 10:05pm
This poem is a sensual and rhythmic exploration of love, desire, and the beauty of human connection.
