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Breathe (My mountains, America)

Contributed by Iodinelove on Monday, 18th July 2005 @ 12:21:31 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

I breathe,
Slither down her side
press lips to ribs,
clench teeth, break skin,
kiss and suck,
cross fingers with fingers
with silk and denim dreams.

I breathe,
she is black marble walls
running the length of a small river;
etched stone soldiers praying to be free.
She is David's Star sewn crudely
in brown overcoats; hidden, untouched
photographs laughing soundlessly
over a sea of ash and stone.

I breathe.
She is the first fresh air
falling beneath mountain tops,
shining seas and stars.

I breathe.
She is toppled skirt less
pressing thighs to hips,
gyrating, thrusting rabidly,
quivering, moaning, pressing
her fingers into my mountains.

My mountains America,
she is pressing my mountains,
and you are the empty bed
the old scar
the memory, America.

She is the pausing lover, America,
considering the slightest touch of
my tears.
She is the tired, dirty sweat
sipping whispers at the bar, America.
She is the smallest sparkle
hidden behind the stars;
your lights cannot touch her America;
your neon, halogen, florescent,
your incandescent fealty, America.

She is my flower America,
and you are my stone;
My freedom and her cage.

Copyright © Iodinelove ... [ 2005-07-18 00:21:31]
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Re: Breathe (My mountains, America) (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Monday, 25th July 2005 @ 03:48:22 AM AEST
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I am once again impressed by the lyricism you convey. Powerful, sensual, delicate and (in some passages) lingering on the edge of understanding, which I think only adds to the effect. Nicely done!

Andrew

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