I’m lost, biding
the switch flip telling
me to feel
Recognizable like my
lips brushing yours
breathing down my
neck hair raising, like
salty rivulets as
your sweat dripping
between my breast
Or tempered glass
withholding desiring
peering
to see more
clearly more you more
everything
un-everything
Pulled hair
bitten lips filthy
dirt under our nails
And secrets buried
deep dark eyes
for whose or
those who were keen
or know
Shhhhhhhh
They're
tricks or truths
map me
a forest for my
teeth to chew
them
echoing rushes, you
feel my pulse.
What are the contents
of another’s words?
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In cleaning out the content's of my phone's notepad, I found a few poems I wrote many moons ago. This one seemed an all right fit, despite the need to edit out fifty words, for Thin Spiral Notebook's 100-word prompt. The word is "telling" to be used or implied.
Give it a whirl. It is a blast!
1 comment:
This was very intense. Well done.
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