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pleasure dome

Contributed by elle on Saturday, 23rd January 2010 @ 11:43:53 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



I feel the apocalypse in my skin,
but it's just the taste of you,
forbidden. . .
the black taste of your taboo,
incarnate. . .
I scream dust
& floating splinters
into it's glandular, inked, persuasive
depth. . .
the echo, wave, ray, molten greener. . .
the candence is my soul-shine splitting
into your shoulder, between your breaths.



So unfolds the star dust, gently, into
the charity of your smile
swallow me. . . with your insistance
swallow me. . . with the edifice of your mouth
mouth your trust, as if completely
let your words absorb me, flithy,
swallow me. . . in cherished whispers
floating on the tongue that loves me,
in stunted stanzas, blazing ryhme.
charm me with your other worldly
harbor me, a silken sigh.
indigent heart-strings are for mending
revolt & glean
& glean to 'twine




I had a lovely thought of you. . .


"What if. . .

what if. . .

we'll always be within each others' mind. . . ?



Strobed into,
blatantly

forged out of
healing

. . . we hang like cobwebs,
photon gendered,
trembling within the shadow
of a shadows'
shadowed spine. . .
sparkling, iridescent into the misty,
misty lick of rain & time.


Entangled. . .
I feel lost, within me. . .
my spine. . . a root. . .
a calabash. . .
a severance. . .
a moombeam,
glimmer. . .
gently tendered

a quintessence sliver of all sublime


silver, sliver mercurial
concubine, you are
upset,
upset,
upset,
you are content.
Lose the fiber to the fringes. . .
lose yourself, at my request

we unravel,

tender

tender


everything we'd ruined, unfelt. . .



It isn't ever intentional. . .

I know. . .

I feel. . .

I understand. . .



I see you wobble. I see
you weaker. . . weaker, too tired
to ever complete the fall. . .
inconsistant, you will rumble
moist
& sweet, a tantric call.
no spun address to house your numbness
no cocoon. . . no lullaby
to lull you into bits of slumber
to steal your fears & fix your lies.
dream of me in sweet surrender, exquisite
pools of emerald eyes
sepia & green surrender
to hold you under endless skies.



Meld me. . . with exotic reference
shape me to your serpetine
call me. . . all you ever wanted
kiss the blindeness,
hold the wanton
precious heart that mirrors thine.



I offer you this infinite pleasure, true
within
it is. . .
within. . .
it is. . .
mine. . .





Copyright © elle ... [ 2010-01-23 23:43:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: pleasure dome (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Saturday, 23rd January 2010 @ 11:50:18 PM AEST
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What a wonderful write.

Take care
Fuzzy


Re: pleasure dome (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Thursday, 28th January 2010 @ 09:44:27 PM AEST
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This right here, does it for me! Great write Elle! (as always :))

ming


a tantric call.
no spun address to house your numbness
no cocoon. . . no lullaby
to lull you into bits of slumber
to steal your fears & fix your lies.
dream of me in sweet surrender, exquisite
pools of emerald eyes
sepia & green surrender
to hold you under endless skies.



Re: pleasure dome (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 29th January 2010 @ 04:30:19 PM AEST
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This just oozes quality and magic.
I would urge everyone to read and become intoxicated with what you have scribed here.
I hope you continue to charm as you have with this !!

Steve


Re: pleasure dome (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 19th February 2010 @ 05:58:01 PM AEST
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Aww...wonderful..good imagery..
enchanted by this sweet surrender..ha..ha..
Blessings...
- venkat




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