Category: Kiss

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9/26/2011

I'm indecisive today (time spent with the tax code does that to me), so here's what I've got so far today:

Vignette 1: Kiss Taste

Breathe out when you kiss me.
I like the smell of you
and the taste of you
all at once.

Vignette 2: Newton's Third Law

Something is off today.
Or it's a reaction to the weather;
the opposite and equal payback
of sundrunk spring afternoons
taken out in sighs
under these clouds.

“chain-link fence” prompt:

Hand clutched skin bending
around metal wire
twisted and hung each on the other
as the hand curls, rubbing rust;
spread shoulder-width apart from its partner
with a person hanging off.

Her nose presses through one
inexact square.
Cheeks and lips
are split.

Taking steps back she lets eyes go hazy,
to try and see past this fence;
try to make it disappear.
Fill in her own gaps.

Prompt: “what should the ultimate poem be like”

The ultimate poem
should make you groan.
Should make you mmmmmoan
with agreement
and satisfaction
of words rightly chosen.
Should make your body feel sweaty
and your head dense, clouded,
wholly wandering in its words,
floating immersed in its images.

The ultimate poem
should have style, emotion, and truth.

The ultimate poem
is one remembered a lifetime
by its every reader.

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16/30

9/16/2011

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He held my hand like it was a flower;
he smelled it before he kissed it.
Nuzzled each finger
like it was a petal.
My arm was a perfect stalk,
waving in the wind of his caresses until
it grew down to make the flower clench
like a venus flytrap
petals enclosing around his hand
to grow him up strong and tall
and move his face closer
to mine.

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