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melanie-wotherspoon
melanie-wotherspoon
I care too much / live in many distances / I keep bits of dreams to share / when I remember special joy or peculiar pain / and sometimes dare to love a little
In the mirror I'm so white whiter than white whiter than a ghost who got drunk on a litre of white paint dried out in chalk written on a whiteboard whisper white clouds that couldn't storm I'm nothing but a pasty faced nothing ... I sailed off white as a sheet pulled white surf over my head that night I called just whispering rescue arrived and pulled me out of it you showered me inn kisses booked for the night which got quite.. loud smacked my bottom good and proper like mummy and daddy never did and I was surprised I wasn't pained any more in the morning you towelled me down everything tingling and after you left I checked out the mirror glowing cheekily and my chest was there red faced to be alive so for hours after I couldn't sit and cry because I was reminded I wasn't all white just happy being sore with myself every lifeboat should have a paddle
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Up A White Creek Without A You
Put Body here so I did but I don't always just obey I'm asked on first dates to lay it down to put it out there I don't show some respect you Body idiot go home but I put I here having only one Body is better than no Body but the best is an I Body if more could see that they would see more of that but only on the second date when you put it that way I might even put it to you that I hear and obey is that naughty of my Body? so it did it's good to follow your body and not your mind once my mind's made up I can put it your way
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Body Language
sit down under trees pull me over your knees don't say please kiss me and I'll kiss you walk dark alleyways push my shoulders forcefully up against the wall kiss me and I'll kiss you where grassy fields are found run me to ground like I'm some foxy blonde kiss me and I'll kiss you take me dancing tonight sweep me off my feet like I'm a feather in the light stagger and drop me and I'll drop you I'm not that fat surely?!
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
An I'll Kiss
We both felt the crumbling rabbits heard the sheep bleat the rumblings that had no stomach for what eagle's eyed ahead but neither spoke we kept standing and looking for quite a while as if staring at the tumbled rocks would cause a path to appear as if this were Narnia somewhere entranced someone had to break the deadlock move the mountain over the mouse and move on I did deciding the end going from shared friends straying from the flock through an open wound and it hurt back to what was almost eyre then my sole gently turned over a new soft leaf but it bothered me even now
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Uneven Ground
I want his look not his favourite Ironman T-shirt I'm not an Irongirl I'm not an iron anything sort I want him creases and all not his “to infinity” golden band it has the ring of something too definite I want him here “and beyond” just how far I'm not yet sure about not his ultra clean pair of New Balance sports shoes I'm not the run around sort wet trackies pants hot and loose I want him caught off balance bare footed on the grass I want his look and when he gives it straight back into my eyes I know what... I'll look away at the skies and hope beyond hope he'll interpret my act ironman out my shyness ring the changes I want and run beneath my disguise to find an orange not a lemon only trouble is I think he won't because at this early stage we don't have much in common O ****** he's looking... the sky's so bright! like he's going to... I squint! blind! eyes shut! be just my... I'm so silly! .... dotage huh! maybe I should try... courage? a comic character? hypnotism? an older age?
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
My Don't Age
What little flesh I was is now yours it melted into a muddled heap on the floor when you unwrapped me in your arms and threw me bones and all things I will hold dear as a lost heart forever I pick the pieces up when you've left but they fit together differently now my ribs a cage tightly strung together my legs knock knock a bit wobbly my heart alone pushes the emptiness around and around needing you to pull me up undo me and hold me all in the together I don't feel so naked any more beneath my clothes with only bare bones to keep to myself a beta heart beset with bugs too erratic and hungry to release and the tingles I get running down my spine from the superglue when we hug squeeze squeeze and I feel in my bones your own
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Dropped flesh and beating bone
You kissed me on my cheeks whispered a note on my lips formed a letter on my neck not a verse to my shoulder and on my décolletage took such an age on a poem penned to the energy of youth it felt like you'd brought me a fountain to write me on
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Fountain pen
“Shake your ***** you said so I did and you shook so much the laces came undone and the sole almost split down the beauty of its middle It's what I now know was a “wow there we are” out of ***** experience
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
You *****
Between the hem of my skirt and the top of my socks is the coldest part of me but I must expose my knees for some reason? They warm up quickly when he sits next to me he probably thinks I wear the trousers If only he'd look more he'd notice I don't they're baring all and they're not like ice or sore but crying out “warm me” for some reason He should wear shorts then we could talk of knees and needs like mine for him to sit next to me
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Needs Rxposed
He was a foxhound on my trail after my tail He scratched at my den digging for my heart ******* me without art He stuck his nose in saying he “dug” me that the girl I saw him with yesterday was fat and ugly He said nothing about me that said lots about him he didn't get under my skin I got his skin under my nails I know because me called me “dog” He'd dug only his own eyes graven image indeed and went barking mad up more wrong walls scratching at bricks I should have called him fat and ugly but stood and watched his claws bleed happy they were blunt not like mine
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Worrier Dog