kimberly-c-brown - Hello Poetry

This heat is sweltering we wait breathing out evaporated air dried upon exit from our humid wrapped lungs. Our sweat co-mingles forming a pool underneath-- I raise to 90 degrees look to you watching--as a predator would your chest raise and collapse. I watch you the wave motions of your swallow the slight twitch of your right eye a bead of sweat loose its foothold and roll down your temple. I move to sit atop you feeling your pelvis against my inner thigh feel as skin slides against skin easily done---you see my lips widen revealing a smile, and I revel in the response I feel.

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Jul 18, 2011

Jul 18, 2011 at 7:36 PM UTC

Humidity is an aphrodisiac

This heat is sweltering we wait breathing out evaporated air dried upon exit from our humid wrapped lungs. Our sweat co-mingles forming a pool underneath-- I raise to 90 degrees look to you watching--as a predator would your chest raise and collapse. I watch you the wave motions of your swallow the slight twitch of your right eye a bead of sweat loose its foothold and roll down your temple. I move to sit atop you feeling your pelvis against my inner thigh feel as skin slides against skin easily done---you see my lips widen revealing a smile, and I revel in the response I feel.

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When we were new I made plans grand plans for you for us. So young with caramel fingers and toes plump and soft as pillows I held you close and sang to you those songs I loved the most. And now your older stronger, wiser off to lands beyond our mountains. Now I'm old those plans full grown and flowered rich with promises fulfilled until-- that life that I-with love- created that was you was snuffed out suddenly what am I to do?

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Jul 7, 2011

Jul 7, 2011 at 7:49 PM UTC

What am I to do?

When we were new I made plans grand plans for you for us. So young with caramel fingers and toes plump and soft as pillows I held you close and sang to you those songs I loved the most. And now your older stronger, wiser off to lands beyond our mountains. Now I'm old those plans full grown and flowered rich with promises fulfilled until-- that life that I-with love- created that was you was snuffed out suddenly what am I to do?

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Why not Why not lay here let the room spin above us the ceiling fan holds still. Let's watch as everything else spins away ****** through a hole that leaves all else dark.

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Jun 29, 2011

Jun 29, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC

All else

Why not Why not lay here let the room spin above us the ceiling fan holds still. Let's watch as everything else spins away ****** through a hole that leaves all else dark.

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He just lost faith It ate and scraped away at his soul and as he slipped into that wide crevice --to climb out again--- -----to fall back in---- tears would fall from his eyes ---and mine. My love was dying slowly, then all to quickly he was gone behind him was a emaciated shell that I clutched to my breast.

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Jun 6, 2011

Jun 6, 2011 at 10:38 AM UTC

Wait it out

He just lost faith It ate and scraped away at his soul and as he slipped into that wide crevice --to climb out again--- -----to fall back in---- tears would fall from his eyes ---and mine. My love was dying slowly, then all to quickly he was gone behind him was a emaciated shell that I clutched to my breast.

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Now that I have you I find I can't stand you I wish you'd just go away for my eyes go a flutter when he walks on over pulling me along the way.

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Jun 3, 2011

Jun 3, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC

Fickle heart

Now that I have you I find I can't stand you I wish you'd just go away for my eyes go a flutter when he walks on over pulling me along the way.

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The sun pours through the pores of silken curtains hung. I turn my face towards its warmth the colour touches eye lash and cheek. I turn my face upwards I feel His lathering, His glow indulges me. But then a cloud comes heavily covering both sun and warmth it leaves my eyes looking up at dark.

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Apr 26, 2011

Apr 26, 2011 at 11:33 AM UTC

Up At Dark

The sun pours through the pores of silken curtains hung. I turn my face towards its warmth the colour touches eye lash and cheek. I turn my face upwards I feel His lathering, His glow indulges me. But then a cloud comes heavily covering both sun and warmth it leaves my eyes looking up at dark.

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For a long time I craved -----voice---- I went to edges dangerous to hear the crashing of waves liquid thunder against gray cliffs. I stepped feet bare above the grass green--too green-- too vibrantly alive in this numb place. Bending I looked down on an instant drop my body quivered my skin pulled tight my eyes grew wide. For a long time I craved this moment to come ---its here--- and now... I wish I had never sought it out.

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Apr 24, 2011

Apr 24, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC

Want is a deadly thing

For a long time I craved -----voice---- I went to edges dangerous to hear the crashing of waves liquid thunder against gray cliffs. I stepped feet bare above the grass green--too green-- too vibrantly alive in this numb place. Bending I looked down on an instant drop my body quivered my skin pulled tight my eyes grew wide. For a long time I craved this moment to come ---its here--- and now... I wish I had never sought it out.

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I had a thought a burst of inspiration it whorled about my head singed the skin of my ears burned away the fringes of hair ---let loose about me face--- like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette. This thought multiplied as many do, but even more this grew taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before. Like pure energy it fumbled crackling about the dry air, creating music's pure form. Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--its tantalized me ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand. This body moved possessed of an inner passion as these eyes watched detached as my essence, received the violent creation in motion. I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once. This body shook the limbs quivered and tightened in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received. And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone. When all had become quiet outside I heard the music still, the monstrous song that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose. This music slowly died and with it my tremors stilled until all that was left behind was but the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.

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Apr 22, 2011

Apr 22, 2011 at 1:50 PM UTC

Thank you Mika'il

I had a thought a burst of inspiration it whorled about my head singed the skin of my ears burned away the fringes of hair ---let loose about me face--- like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette. This thought multiplied as many do, but even more this grew taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before. Like pure energy it fumbled crackling about the dry air, creating music's pure form. Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--its tantalized me ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand. This body moved possessed of an inner passion as these eyes watched detached as my essence, received the violent creation in motion. I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once. This body shook the limbs quivered and tightened in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received. And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone. When all had become quiet outside I heard the music still, the monstrous song that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose. This music slowly died and with it my tremors stilled until all that was left behind was but the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.

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Don't bother I'm ok. Its a slippery slope you tread on was your advice or warning, I cant decide. Sit and drink a cup of tea with me and I will tell you all there is to know --if you so wish to know. I grew up happy sometimes, in pieces I believe is the better term. Between love and hurt smiles, and endless tension. I left and knew a freedom I had not known before, and reacquainted myself with a mothers tender love. I met with friends, with petty enemies but none so great as you were (both) to me and as I walk along that treaded path I backtrack to that time before, when we shared love, and hate and bitter memories. Should I hate you now or love you all the fiercer, because.... it was you who taught me to love intensely and hate all the more incredibly. You see-- I chuckle when I think of this paradox we are in like sugar I cant get enough though its slowly killing me. So you see (again) I'm ok, ...sometimes or perhaps... in pieces is the right word to say.

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Apr 10, 2011

Apr 10, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC

To whom this may concern

Don't bother I'm ok. Its a slippery slope you tread on was your advice or warning, I cant decide. Sit and drink a cup of tea with me and I will tell you all there is to know --if you so wish to know. I grew up happy sometimes, in pieces I believe is the better term. Between love and hurt smiles, and endless tension. I left and knew a freedom I had not known before, and reacquainted myself with a mothers tender love. I met with friends, with petty enemies but none so great as you were (both) to me and as I walk along that treaded path I backtrack to that time before, when we shared love, and hate and bitter memories. Should I hate you now or love you all the fiercer, because.... it was you who taught me to love intensely and hate all the more incredibly. You see-- I chuckle when I think of this paradox we are in like sugar I cant get enough though its slowly killing me. So you see (again) I'm ok, ...sometimes or perhaps... in pieces is the right word to say.

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At once I thought we were to see this through --you and I-- I suppose the fear was just too great for when the morning light had shone its rays you were gone and I was left alone. I didn't cry I made not one sound for you I laid there still feeling the emptiness you left and come mid-noon when dawn had fully yielded I rose and went about my day.

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Apr 10, 2011

Apr 10, 2011 at 9:46 PM UTC

At once

At once I thought we were to see this through --you and I-- I suppose the fear was just too great for when the morning light had shone its rays you were gone and I was left alone. I didn't cry I made not one sound for you I laid there still feeling the emptiness you left and come mid-noon when dawn had fully yielded I rose and went about my day.

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