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You and all this noise

Contributed by Cathartic on Thursday, 30th June 2016 @ 07:25:05 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



Your eyes quiet the city. I scream in the alleys.
Hot pavements and busy streets make the world anxious.
A heat wave of emotions. The summer doesn/'/t do us justice.
There/'/s too much noise.

Your eyes quiet the city.
The stillness lasts for as long as your gaze meets mine.
I/'/m a powerful woman when I/'/m on my knees, you/'/re a powerful man when you hold me.
I am always tired from thinking of you.

The heat drives the city mad.
Around spring is when you and I have the greatest chance of survival.
The summer doesn/'/t do the city justice. So usually we suffer.
Cotton sheets cling to our backs with the glue of sweat, chaos finds a bed.

I need to find your eyes. I must see you.
I search the streets. I search the alleys for every drop and every lift of your eyelids.
The city is quiet.

You/'/re a powerful man when your eyes hold mine.




Copyright © Cathartic ... [ 2016-06-30 19:25:05]
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Re: You and all this noise (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 30th June 2016 @ 07:37:24 PM AEST
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love the power of this poem, but regret the weakness. Eyes are seducers, lips tell the truth.


Re: You and all this noise (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Saturday, 2nd July 2016 @ 08:18:17 PM AEST
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An excellent poem to kick off a Winter/'/s morning in Sydney! I dream of warmth but not the sticky grasping of Summer.

Indeed an urgency in your words, tense, ruminating. I can see the lines that you/'/ve wrapped the rest around yet it is stronger as a whole than select parts, as well phrased as they are.

Thanks for a great read.

Spike




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