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Array ( [sid] => 81190 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sex and Death [time] => 2005-01-23 22:17:44 [hometext] => Required some editing for content, but comments on it are appreciated. Still a work in progress. [bodytext] => When is anonymity
a comfort?
Or sex anonymous?
Sitting on a plane-
half way between
hell and Seattle-
I know no one.

Yet your motionless tongue
is silent in it’s rebellion.
These words I wish
to scream at you.

But you are not deaf.
Blind, maybe
wondering where the
shards of my beauty
cut the deepest.
Oh, to slice open your eyes.

Or this door-
let me off, I’m too sober
and that hasn’t suited me well lately.

Or can we cling to
this memory?
When your tongue
glided into my mouth-
your outlaw kiss.
Your renegade hand
stealing from me greedily.
My mind and heart
in open prayer.

Or cling to our shelters
like the locals outside
of Cancun,
huddling under tarps and
cinder blocks.

Clutching rosaries as though
Christian stories were true
like I clutch my book
of poems in contemplation.

What are the wages of sins
of the flesh?
And who is this god with
his punishments?
When I come to you in my mind
when we move
glide
create
together
is this sin?

Or death-
death to drink down
heavily
like droughts of wine?
The sweet tasting
release of death.
Yes, if this is sin
then kill me again.

Such desires or hollow, though
listen to these secrets
they are spoken in earnest.
For I am bleeding
on the inside-
my tears are as blood.
But such spoiled gifts
are all I have as
offerings to your thirst.

Yes, sup on my tears
drink my knowledge, my memories
my ashen love.
But I must get back
to Seattle first.

When is sex anonymous?
When is death?
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Sex and Death

Contributed by Blu on Sunday, 23rd January 2005 @ 10:17:44 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

When is anonymity
a comfort?
Or sex anonymous?
Sitting on a plane-
half way between
hell and Seattle-
I know no one.

Yet your motionless tongue
is silent in it’s rebellion.
These words I wish
to scream at you.

But you are not deaf.
Blind, maybe
wondering where the
shards of my beauty
cut the deepest.
Oh, to slice open your eyes.

Or this door-
let me off, I’m too sober
and that hasn’t suited me well lately.

Or can we cling to
this memory?
When your tongue
glided into my mouth-
your outlaw kiss.
Your renegade hand
stealing from me greedily.
My mind and heart
in open prayer.

Or cling to our shelters
like the locals outside
of Cancun,
huddling under tarps and
cinder blocks.

Clutching rosaries as though
Christian stories were true
like I clutch my book
of poems in contemplation.

What are the wages of sins
of the flesh?
And who is this god with
his punishments?
When I come to you in my mind
when we move
glide
create
together
is this sin?

Or death-
death to drink down
heavily
like droughts of wine?
The sweet tasting
release of death.
Yes, if this is sin
then kill me again.

Such desires or hollow, though
listen to these secrets
they are spoken in earnest.
For I am bleeding
on the inside-
my tears are as blood.
But such spoiled gifts
are all I have as
offerings to your thirst.

Yes, sup on my tears
drink my knowledge, my memories
my ashen love.
But I must get back
to Seattle first.

When is sex anonymous?
When is death?

Copyright Â© Blu ... [ 2005-01-23 22:17:44]
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Re: Sex and Death (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Monday, 24th January 2005 @ 09:34:44 AM AEST
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when you go to the meeting? lol
I met a young man in Italy..we crashed..whew! anyway..he said he makes love on a regular basis to 3 different women..but he doesn't have casual sex.. (?)

So..when is sex casual? when it's not a formal dining table.. rotflmao..

Re: Sex and Death (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 09:33:30 PM AEST
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That was wonderful in that you showed so much thought in things, too
often the poetry I read is flat and obvious, not analyzing anything
or questioning anything. This was beautiful in it's own way. You have
interesting ways of stating things.

~Kara

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