I want to sweat
Apr 5

I want to sweat
  like sex falls through music.
Let me dance
until my feet bleed
as rivers that feed
the thin ribbon of emptiness
found between my soul and heart.

Let me prick
at the scar that seals my passion.
Leech its barriers clean
with the beating of the floor
as I strike down,
enthralled by rhythm.
Let me empty
my spirit of poison.
Open my veins and cleanse
the shards once buttressed
by your memory.

Let me burn away sorrow
in the heat of rekindled fire.
Twist amongst the dancing;
  sweat like sex falls through music.

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Licking sweat- salty human essence.
Ryan James Webb

Licking sweat- salty human essence.
Stinging; the drought consumes the lips,
The tongue, the throat.

The mind is invigorated by the burn.
Saliva coat consumed by the elements-
Grain sand, now salt.

Summer Novak
Summer Novak
Jul 15, 2012

Little beads of perspiration began to form all over his skin, tanned by the sun's fury.

Jonah stared up at the sky and uttered a sigh of relief when a gentle breeze interrupted the unrelenting heat of the day.

Though the views were nice and he was never at risk of not having something to record or take note of in his water color-stained journal, Jonah knew he was a prisoner on the ship…

make my chest feel
my legs feel
make my mind wander
as much as I'd
like your hands to.

Catbird Williams
Catbird Williams
Jun 18, 2013

   that some will


in the
          they are
how to


Zulu Samperfas
Zulu Samperfas
Mar 31, 2012

On my chest
the small of my back
a place where my husband said
no other man should touch

Other places
more intimate

It shows the animal
that is me

Why do you ask why?

t savanna wrap around porches in summer sweat
Joshua Gilton
Joshua Gilton
Jun 13, 2011

Folding Foes, walk yourself down the Georgian line
Sweet savanna wrap around porches in summer sweat
Crushing companies sipping sweet tea on pedestals above me
Anchored at average is that old adage that it attached to the lattice that they try to get past us.
Nailed shoes to our feet and glued to our seat, living in lies and deceit, trying to force our defeat and to break the decree
Held solemnly,
And somberly,
By you
And by me.
Thee, the only lonely listeners of our own sweet soliloquies
In ripping tides of attention tearing through hate and affection,
Is found a pain never to mention for any chosen direction.
Now our learning gets lost in the lesson.
It started with tension, then moves to intervention, but ends with rejection.
Where now it lends to those friends that tend to your need to mend

I'm sorry for the sweat
Zac C
Zac C
Apr 2, 2013

I'm sorry for the sweat
that drips down my neck,
past the hairs of my chest,
races across my abdomens
like it's running from the
Native Americans with
arrows and bows in hand,
following the hair trail
to my skin cave,
down the passage way
speeding to the tip
to drop to my toes
then roll on the floor
to melt in the dirt.


Haha, skin cave
The death sweat invites the cold horrors
Flawless Contradictions

Fists bruised,trembling,  and drowning down
The death sweat invites the cold horrors
The curse of blinding pain
Ruthless and wicked
White mouths escaping outside
A cruel bird screams through the images
A soul of sorrow walks outside

derma puckering sweat globules
Meagan Moore

I taste your pulse
derma puckering sweat globules
aeriform vapor corpuscles
declaring your need
embellishing sacral curvature
in mellowed diaspora
I glide closer upon the sheets drapes
fingers supporting my upper weight
pressing half inch spurs into the mattress
dragging my whole self towards you
for a kiss

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