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Echo
Contributed by
sugarboy
on
Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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She saunters
into the workday room;
his greeting,
"You still
have that glow"
oozes
from his lips like butter,
coating her skin
with a creamy, salty sheen;
I hear an echo
in his voice.
Winsome nymphs
float around the room;
his eyes and voice
enfold them sweetly.
Here he roosts:
nest of silk,
nest of ashes,
struggling
not to telegraph his need.
Hugs drop into his arms like nectar;
I feel an echo
in his desire.
He is a poet;
his words
stutter, stumble first,
then thrust themselves
onto the virgin page.
He reaps
his crop of laurels
smoothly, gladly.
They pour like honey
from moist young lips,
and I see an echo
between his pages;
it mimics the image
in my mirror's lens.
Copyright ©
sugarboy
... [
2003-10-01 05:05:00]
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Re: Echo
(User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on
Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:27:49 AM AEST
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| Incredible write ... you have a way with words ... Jan |
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