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Emily Norton Sep 2015
the feel of
feverish skin on a sheetless bed
and
bottomless sleep
broken by soft lips
excitement from cool hands
seeking to distract
a tortured body
and
tender kisses
broken by
hesitant bites
Emily Norton Sep 2015
The soft curve of your face
in the light of a yawning sun.
Warm floors
on which giants play chess.
The badly tuned piano taunting us with an
almost recognizable tune.
Showers that made the day
perfect
because they were
cold in the summer
and hot in the winter
the feel of the air-conditioned together rooms.
Popcorn smell,
the play of a fan on bare flesh,
footsteps sounded by phantom feet,
dormers,
darke tile and
white walls,
open windows and dust,
friends,
the smell of home,
and fun.
Emily Norton Sep 2015
Silent Seductress,
Presiding over the perfect spot
Drawing fugitive lovers
Away from decent locals
Pulling,                                                                                                      
Pulling,
                                                                                           Pulling,
Until
You entice them
into your legs' embrace
and
Gasping, they grasp
each other
And
Succumb
to forbidden desire
I wrote this about a statue in Tulsa, OK near the center of the universe.

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