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Meagan Moore May 2015
We echo the chaos portrait,
a dictum of quantum entanglement
Pervading into the breadth of dynamic space
Fingers and hard planes
Lips stained with stardust,
Of where our vertices convene
5/10/15
Meagan Moore May 2015
You pelted my stagnancy,
As gravid cloud to stone
In decrees of chaos
You rendered me to sand
And we formed breadths of creek bed
And waded amidst the other stagnant stones
Rendering them to new potential
5/10/15
Meagan Moore May 2015
We sat together, dew seeping into our pants

      Or rather, I did, with my cellphone, at a boundless distance from you

Waiting for each other to indulge in the known conversation we were to have

      Or rather, I was, and I’d finished the conversation already in my head

The constellations conceded as gilded witness

      Or rather, it was streetlights

As I delved into uncertainty
5/10/15
Meagan Moore May 2015
You suffuse my mastered ornate filigree
Ebbing the flux I have transfixed upon my cage
Constructed in despair, I’ve grown tired of my thoughts
Mind in lattice lain weak, of tainted wrought configurations
Conceding to effulgent creation from destruction
I pry from within, as you from without
5/10/15
Meagan Moore Mar 2015
“Swallowing Pearls and Lace”
“How can I get you to go down on me,”
he asked, without preamble.
His voice, nervous,
laced with strength
hums through her form,
summoning
a tatting of ***.

I moved my entire form
Across the room
Pushing his solar plexus
With index finger
The wingback chair collecting
His form – assuaging my intent.

Retreating nine steps
To gather
my acumen in dripping my clothes off
Adroit pivot
portent gaze
locked
exteroception - engaged

His exhale
executed succinctly in shallow lung
puckered alveoli –
Clenched -
resonates as my own.

Pearls scooped catatonic
atop lingering breast ascension - alone
Remain –
Summoning brine.

I taste his pulse
Derma puckering sweat
Redolent vapor
Knotting between each pore – skin taut
declaring his need.

Fingers supporting my upper weight
I glide - crawling
pressing half inch spurs into the carpet

Lackadaisical dactyl dance
Seizes
muscle calf to thigh
Invoking listless leg drape

Pausing
Warm breath – rendered
Upon knee cap parallel
Framing shoulders

Engorging - in aching silence
Pulse thick, wrought in shaft

Kneeling
Primed
Proud

I flick the button
From slit fabric recess
Cupping palms under thigh,
rendering garment to puddle

half-in – half-out
whole
chthonic shaft to palette

Sliding exhale
to mound
lax jaw
focus
His iris entreats -
narrowed corneal withdrawal

Oblong lip array surrounds
Supping the creamy, coppery,
Smoky, saline

Latent dribble invokes my tongue
Furl about lip cusp
Absorbing globule
Into slaked smile.
(Revision 1 - Shifted into 1st Person)
Meagan Moore Jul 2014
An echo of slants
A frozen stretch
Humming terra ensconces - you
Forlorn
Ever-crooked
A never-stagnant aeriform environ
Tugging and vibrating through root
Hairs furling densely about and
Through
Dirt clods
Meagan Moore Jul 2014
I know all the notes of your voice,
All of the muscled tones and shifts
Which compose the ballads of your
Invocations of my form – both near
And through device.

I know
All the strength, flex, and power
Of your heart, and the way
Your being charges the space
Around
I know the chords
Plucked within me, and my breath
Caught taut on hearts pause that
Vacillates summoning plunges
And a vast heave
Of the fleshed lung.
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