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Contributed by dolly_dagger on Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 05:53:18 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



I sit in the ruin of my cocoon
Devastated by the few hours that he has been gone
Sweet smell of his hair and skin is still thick
In the air, a calm, a stillness
I wish I could preserve -
Rose petals in an envelope
Contours of our bodies imprinted on the soft, white sheets
I can still sense him here
For comfort, for the last remnants of bliss
Until my next kick
Carefully crumble the pieces and inhale deeply
In ecstatic rememberance
I know every inch of him
Every mole, every blemish, every fine hair
Stroke his forehead
Kiss his bare chest
Rest my cheek on his stomach
Listening to his heart beat
In awe of such a beautiful creation
Glance upwards to find him gazing back
Loving and open
We are wrapped in our warm, golden bubble
Pulsating and Glowing with the deepest
Feeling and Knowing

I love him
and
He loves me
Always and forever
We shall always be




Copyright © dolly_dagger ... [ 2005-04-22 17:53:18]
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Re: nest (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 23rd April 2005 @ 08:25:24 PM AEST
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right im gonna go thru and comment...this is an example of blatent over analasis and im gonna enjoy it damnit...

i love the image of the "cocoon" im'a guessing, visual comparision on bed sheets, also emotional comparision with the sence of rebirth, new life, progression yes?
but then im surprised. "until my next kick" thats a very vulgar phrase to throw in suddenly isnt it? mayb it conveys a sence of a certain...wots the word...bad sinful, vulgar ness?
"Carefully crumble the pieces and inhale deeply" georgus use of langage there. i cud say sumin, but nar thats just wonderful.
that and the warm golden bubble makes me hungry. i think im thinkin of cakes, and areo carmels now...
all in all a good write! when i 1st read it i just wanted to go "ewwwwwwwwww ellie!" but now i ADMIRE! *salute* x x x x -j


Re: nest (User Rating: 1 )
by jade_elephant on Wednesday, 31st August 2005 @ 04:53:54 PM AEST
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intoxicating isnt it? xx




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