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[aid] => mick
[title] => pleasure dome
[time] => 2010-01-23 23:43:53
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[bodytext] => I feel the apocalypse in my skin, but it's just the taste of you, forbidden. . . the black taste of your taboo, incarnate. . . I scream dust & floating splinters into it's glandular, inked, persuasive depth. . . the echo, wave, ray, molten greener. . . the candence is my soul-shine splitting into your shoulder, between your breaths. So unfolds the star dust, gently, into the charity of your smile swallow me. . . with your insistance swallow me. . . with the edifice of your mouth mouth your trust, as if completely let your words absorb me, flithy, swallow me. . . in cherished whispers floating on the tongue that loves me, in stunted stanzas, blazing ryhme. charm me with your other worldly harbor me, a silken sigh. indigent heart-strings are for mending revolt & glean & glean to 'twine I had a lovely thought of you. . . "What if. . . what if. . . we'll always be within each others' mind. . . ? Strobed into, blatantly forged out of healing . . . we hang like cobwebs, photon gendered, trembling within the shadow of a shadows' shadowed spine. . . sparkling, iridescent into the misty, misty lick of rain & time. Entangled. . . I feel lost, within me. . . my spine. . . a root. . . a calabash. . . a severance. . . a moombeam, glimmer. . . gently tendered a quintessence sliver of all sublime silver, sliver mercurial concubine, you are upset, upset, upset, you are content. Lose the fiber to the fringes. . . lose yourself, at my request we unravel, tender tender everything we'd ruined, unfelt. . . It isn't ever intentional. . . I know. . . I feel. . . I understand. . . I see you wobble. I see you weaker. . . weaker, too tired to ever complete the fall. . . inconsistant, you will rumble moist & sweet, a tantric call. no spun address to house your numbness no cocoon. . . no lullaby to lull you into bits of slumber to steal your fears & fix your lies. dream of me in sweet surrender, exquisite pools of emerald eyes sepia & green surrender to hold you under endless skies. Meld me. . . with exotic reference shape me to your serpetine call me. . . all you ever wanted kiss the blindeness, hold the wanton precious heart that mirrors thine. I offer you this infinite pleasure, true within it is. . . within. . . it is. . . mine. . . [comments] => 4 [counter] => 335 [topic] => 2 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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