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D R I Z Z L E
haste....
Lust,
the rush from the toes
tremulous thighs..
the tingle from the spine
from the kidneys
to the heart hitch rush
and the fast beat
swell forward and tense
stretch
close the eyes
and inhale
the wide nostril flare
heels apart
finding the centre
Outside the window
the wind finds a finger
to the bare middle
landscapes
and erect soulful
erroneous zones
the drapes swirl
aside like bangs
and a rhythm
starts....climbing
a higher arch
the night is a lover
anonymous
and free
dark and sacred
potent
electric
striving
riding
more demanding
stronger
eager
confident
the hunger grows
the salivating
swirls
the wild blaze
matches the
glaze
and images
pump
grind
soothe
chase
rush
faster
and faster
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Comments
quillsveinback
Wed, 2014-11-26 17:39
This
reminds me of a poem by Jim Morrison.
JTA
Esker
Sun, 2014-11-30 15:34
read much of Morrison then
Thank You!
Lenny of Cohen
Wed, 2014-12-17 13:42
Rolling down hill,
and then hits the plateau of now to embrace the All without a trace. En-joyed.
Namaste,
Lenny, Reverend (honestly)
_________________________________________
"Death" is nonsense: what is there to die?
"Life"? How could " life" "die"? That is a contradiction
in terms. Can "light" become "darkness"?
"Light" can only cease to be apparent
Wei Wu Wei
Esker
Wed, 2014-12-17 15:50
Freaking Writers!
High school i left art room creative souls
to sit in the cafe drinking coffee
reading books sketching
and before long a crowd
small gathered..
freaks and minds
and then the beautifuls
brave enough
Im not flexible enough to live
like a lot of these people did
that danger gene thing
if It was a move
it was like a magic act
like branding writing
the aversion and oddities
of it
..
glad this gets comments
i usually like the more formal
fictions
Thank You!