Teaching Rocks

thee i'magery of thy introspection[s]
is all ways
always

beautiful

Thank you, Daniel.

love love love the way i imagine this would read spoken with the 'thin out, thin out, thin out, and evaporate', 'smash or clatter', 'caressing cadence', etc. etc.

your mid-line commas have a wonderful effect.

nothing to add, sorry for the lack of anything constructive.

Well, three loves are much better than one.

I'll take your lack of critique as a good compliment.
Thank you, aglitch.

Enjoyed Mr A.. Another hit from you, great job Sir

Cheers, Doc.

quite the fleshy language: ' handprint, brush of skin, sweep of hair ', 'lips and breathe'.

'The city wakes and you're gone
and I wait (..) warmly '
i love these lines. so pure, free from reciprocal love, just unadulterated need to love that which makes you whole.

"Fleshy language" quite like that.
Thank you for your excellent comment, oph. Really appreciate it.

right from first word till end..kept me absorbed immensely.thinout thinout thinout and evaporate..how repetitive to stress the scene!

a very accomplished write I look upon this piece n many of yours.

thank u  fr this wonderful share.

No, thank you for reading.
Really glad you visited and found something you liked.

my problem here is, i can't keep up with your excellent output anymore. your writing is transforming steadily into more dance than steps, and i want to bookmark so many when there's only so much space. subtle and strong at the same time, confident in the voice and the point... so moving, and very much enjoyed.

Woah. Terribly sorry, Jesta. I will try and dress the next poem down then and maybe stick a vulgar word in, maybe.

Such compliments inflate my ego and that sickens me. :)
but thank you.

I love how the 'naked' acts as the final stark full stop after those 'thin out's, and how the 'f' sounds at the end of the second verse give the words this feathery softness that sits really well against the 'whisper' that follows. I think the phrase 'tongue-air' is really interesting - I got this book of poems, 'fuckscapes' by Sean Kilpatrick, and it makes me think of something I'd see in that; a mesh of squidy body-ness.
The bit about teaching rock to whisper warm reminds me of how stone kind of sucks up warmth from the sun throughout the day, so towards night, if you lay out on it, you can feel the rays go through your skin a little.

'stark' in German means 'strong' but it's pronounced 'shtark'. Just sayin'.

Fuckscapes? Sounds...interesting haha. I assume it's a poem book of meat.

I think somewhere among all that was a compliment and I'm assuming you liked it. So I'll say thank you.
Always interesting to see what you see.

Oh, yes: always mean to infer a sense of 'thanks for the insights and I liked this' in my comments on a poem; I just forget to mention it outright sometimes. :)

Very cool.

Strider

Hopefully not too cool. That's not very writerly haha.

Thank you, Strider.

This battered it's way into my skin. Now it's stuck under there..  I love that.

A strong, full and gentle write, Mr A. Just stunning.

Happy to batter into you, violet.

Thank you very much for the enthusiasm and praise!