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The noon sun blisters the earth,
Beats upon the brain, semi-boiling blood.
I am swimming through the sun, its rays are waves
breaking over me, soaking me with sweat
that pools under my bared *******.
Slick with lotion, I shift upon the searing sand, aroused,
Dreaming of a shaded room, your fingers on my sun-kissed skin,
And there you are; with a frosted glass
of something cold, crusted with icy diamonds.
Smiling, you hold it against my flesh
Relieving that small part of me from heat,
Raising gleeful goosebumps,
Cooling me outside
And stoking a fire within.
Here’s a locked box of anagram shazam
(Don’t open it
The crazies might come out)
There’s a sealed sack of angsty crank-clanks
Take it, go away
I’m simply not myself today
**! Yes, it’s true
I am sinking sads for you
Letting drinkies drown
My Anger Banger frown
Cryptic? Klik-kwik, and no, no
I was never there
Avaunt, begone, beware
I love words
A lifetime ago
On a mountain covered with snow
An empty ski-lift swinging overhead
He deflowered her.
The crazy pumping of their hips
Synchronized to the clanking of the empty chairs,
Around, around, around again,
Slot machines pumping
diamonds and aces and crowns, three in a row, jackpot,
Hearts bursting, snow gathering, pooling, cooling warm places
Undetected, overtaken by other sensation
Processing, processing everything felt
Blood mingled with melted snow
On a mountain
A lifetime ago.
I have seen, somewhere, a beautiful green beetle.
It would not be so bad to be breathtaking
People would open the window, smiling
And let me flutter through.
But though I sometimes think I shine,
Fact is, I’m just a worm,
A segmented soldier of the dank, damp earth
Fated to be trampled, waterlogged
Poked with a stick, eaten by a bird
Or simply, unable to find the path
Lost, panicking, grazed by gravel
Trying to find my way home.
It rained hard last night, and there were worms everywhere, this morning.
What is your favourite poem of all those you have read here, on this site?

Here's mine. Every time I read this poem I get a lump in my throat:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/556339/wouldnt-chest/
There is a beauty spot somewhere on my body,
And I want you to find it.
Drink me in
As your fingers surf my skin.
Take your time
It's all about the journey,
You are creating
as you trace.
Oh yes, linger there, scrutinise intently
Touch me, slowly, gently,
I am smiling,
Because I know where it is.
There is not enough time
To be anything other than yourself.
I wish I had known...
It should always be this easy.
It should always feel this good.
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