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Pirouette
Not a leg to stand on,
she takes what she has
and prances
aloft.
I hardly notice
the photoshopped demeanor
that cuts through my heart.
Hey, I'm trying to breath here.
Can't we make love
like we're falling off the balcony?
I crack frost frozen glass
under a hot nightmare.
God, she makes me
volcanic in the best possible way.
Tearing up the sheets
and shredding the pillows
her hand clutches
tight as she bites her lip
and the cascading
taste of my dreaming
lumps in my throat
solid as loss.
I want her whole being,
not enough to have two skins,
I want to be her
to have her
to not exist separate
and the diamond
spray of the moment
is a wretched
chasm.
A chained leg
on a profoundly
logical truck bumper drags
my sorry ass
along a bumpy gravel road
and hauls my psyche
handled rough
and shatter breaks
what little heart
and here lies
fool and caring.
runningturtle87
she takes what she has
and prances
aloft.
I hardly notice
the photoshopped demeanor
that cuts through my heart.
Hey, I'm trying to breath here.
Can't we make love
like we're falling off the balcony?
I crack frost frozen glass
under a hot nightmare.
God, she makes me
volcanic in the best possible way.
Tearing up the sheets
and shredding the pillows
her hand clutches
tight as she bites her lip
and the cascading
taste of my dreaming
lumps in my throat
solid as loss.
I want her whole being,
not enough to have two skins,
I want to be her
to have her
to not exist separate
and the diamond
spray of the moment
is a wretched
chasm.
A chained leg
on a profoundly
logical truck bumper drags
my sorry ass
along a bumpy gravel road
and hauls my psyche
handled rough
and shatter breaks
what little heart
and here lies
fool and caring.
runningturtle87
Published 25th Oct 2012
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- Edited 25th Oct 2012 11:33am
25th Oct 2012 11:32am
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25th Oct 2012 11:47am
Thank you, Amanecio...your support is so needed and appreciated here...I am out on a limb.
25th Oct 2012 11:53am
I didn't even notice her missing leg until I read your words, but I am one to look deeper into words before images.
A wonderful write rt.
A wonderful write rt.
25th Oct 2012 12:10pm
There was a huge discussion about this pic, since her leg is obviously photoshopped out, see the shadow on the wall which they could not undo on the bricks, and so I wrote the hell out of it. Now, almost 6 weeks later I am looking at it in hindsight and I still feel exactly the same way, which you really pointed out in your note: I don't care, even though I know! This a beautiful human being, and with her having or not having or faking or whatever, I am still attracted to her. I am looking right at her smile...and then I look at her stance and then I see that she has a terrific figure and I do not give a flying flip that she has or does not have a leg. I am missing whole parts to my psyche, and if that does not bother her, screw her missing or not missing a leg! Tattoos, piercings, kids, quirky, what the hell do I care about the baggage someone else is lugging along? If you come in peace, then piece it is! The funny thing about my analysis was that in the end every guy there wanted her but not one of them could accept her. Oh, brother! Thanks for bringing that out, Magda.
Anonymous
25th Oct 2012 2:01pm
Nicely done, rt.
Strider
Strider
25th Oct 2012 3:08pm
25th Oct 2012 4:09pm
25th Oct 2012 5:21pm
I can't help it, a smile on a woman is as good, no better, as a nude sliding sideways....a smile is so dis-coordinating to me that I once had a car wreck while looking into the car travelling next lane where a woman was smiling into my soul and I Freudian rear ended the car in front of me....He asked if I was out of my fucking mind and I said, "Why, yes, thank you!" That cost me and I laughed when I wrote the check. TMI?
