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Jan 2014 · 943
Grind
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
You gently pushed me
into a wall
with your frame on mine again.
A wall –
Painted so long ago you –
could no longer smell the volatile compounds
Acutely confined - my frame
between yours and its.

Palm frond muted light spilled
into imposing window
from New Orleans street lamp
Diffracted in dappled condensate orb.

Condensation drapes into pearls - collapsing
on themselves, and dropped
in unison
with – our - shifts.

Uneven wooden floor panels echo
our obsequious rhythm
of physical appreciation, settled
into their granular responsibility.

Your pulse
embodied in your palms and hips
lilts in soft gasps
as I drape my forearm over your shoulder –
sliding body forward - I dip
into the crook of your neck
finding your pulse on my nose.

I prop my chin into
your
Collar bone crook
glancing into
your deepening eyes,
and press my lips into the
grooves of your neck
as you arch - into
the delicate moment before reciprocation.

I do not wonder what it would be like if walls could talk;
I would love to see them show impressions
of those that have touched their surface –
revealed in smears of paint.

And feel
racing pulses echoed
within those who pressed
into these corridors --
listening to secrets of one another’s bodies.

Grind deeper,
the wall will record our pulse tonight,
and perhaps –
our next encounter
will entail
our bodies
in paint
telling stories we could never capture
in our eyes locked into one another.
(original)
You gently pushed me into a wall with your frame on mine again.
Painted so long ago you could no longer smell the volatile compounds
Acutely confined - my frame between yours and its.
Palm frond muted light spills into the imposing window from a New Orleans street lamp.
Condensation draped into pearls collapse on themselves, and drop in unison with our shifts.
The uneven wooden floor panels echo our obsequious rhythm of physical appreciation, settled into their granular responsibility.

Your pulse embodied in your palms and hips lilts in soft gasps as I drape my forearm over your shoulder – sliding my body forward I dip into the crook of your neck finding your pulse on my nose I nuzzle.
I prop my chin into the crook of your collar bone glancing into your deepening eyes, and press my lips into the grooves of your neck as you arch into the delicate moment before reciprocation.
I do not wonder what it would be like if walls could talk; I would love to see them show impressions of those that have touched their surface - revealed in smears of paint. And further, to feel the racing pulses echoed from within of those who pressed into corridors listening to secrets of one another’s bodies.
Grind deeper, maybe the wall will record our pulse tonight, and perhaps our next encounter will entail our bodies in paint telling stories we could never capture in our eyes locked into one another in these encounters.
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I fall in love with facets, and the degrees and extents to which things circumnavigate about individuals, experiences, and those betwixt and be beyond either. My love for everything and everyone develops about these multi-faceted musings evoked in atomic and energy form about and within myself. Thank YOU for being you, especially the raw things beyond your control - I appreciate you not burnishing your edges/grit.
Jan 2014 · 739
Lumen Gilded Vesper
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Alveolate webbed iron cache
Contouring inset chromatic fused sand panes
Luminous descants evade entombed air and grit
Perhaps before the air was arrogated into silicated chassis
It circumnavigated the alveolate resonant lattice chamber of its creator
* written about stained glass - my dad has a Phd in stained glass craftsmanship
Jan 2014 · 1.2k
Questioning Relationship
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I - stricken biped
Reside
Arranged on patina of dust
Compacted from its own breadth and comingled humid vacillations
Misplaced intent resides carking upon my ribcage
Cerebral reliquary reprises
Enunciating: distaste – mediocrity – insufficiency
Clandestine exhalation configuration obliges principal
Luminous descants evade ebullition bound in stained crystal
Eupnea elapsed - foreboding
Enigma binds frame to pith
* Written about how my hurt seizes and aches as each memory of Eric and I comes up - 11/23/13
Jan 2014 · 514
Supposed Darkness
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
He was convinced art would divulge darkness from him that no one could handle
In keeping his darkness, he lost me
Perhaps he thought he would lose himself if he let someone else have it?
A diagnosis is poison – it’s finite when finite does not exist.
It’s a cancer patient thinking there is only one answer, not seeking other answers.
It’s a phobia of negligible ratio that someone else likely made up.

He was trying to be perfect –
Scripting a persona to which no other was privy
I wanted his grit – the raw effulgent
I wanted him more than he wanted himself

The prescriptions knew him better than himself –
He readily swallowed the silica coated hurdle
Prolonging acceptance – exploration
Indemnified by a system seeking newspapers
Draped over ***** puddles
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Fulmination
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
You - Fulgurite
Embalmed fusion
Amorphous plasma promenade
Molten concision
Peregrinate branches groping ambient orbs
Sabulous composition smoothed by bolt of lightning
Ubiquitous – infinitesimal – sublime
Atmospheric timbre brandished in your wake
Jan 2014 · 409
You
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
You
You are the subtle, humbled coalescing of honesty
Enigma with no undertaking to divulge process, purpose
Merely appreciation
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
Shell Pulse: She'll Pulse
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
On wet sand
my own hand lethargically drags index nail into unplanned pierced hearts

The deep blue babble froths
disparaging echoes spume in unison

moon lumen
proffers effulgent glints of my own frame

Imprecise recollections
Intone lackadaisical exhalations

Plunging my fist into the dune
I seek shells to listen to mottled heart

None found
I drop my curls onto the punctured heart
Listening to the ocean’s instead
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
Closure
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Starved of a love - once profound
I wish there was a way
to deploy sentiment,
let it tumble from ragged chest,
let the world fight my sorrow,
my solitude,
my departure,
requisite closure:
A hiatus interval to stitch my chest
And once more
Make it whole
Jan 2014 · 989
Heart-wood's Rest
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Viscous mellifluous intonations resonate from mountain air.
Lingering in hollows of departed sapling trunks flounced by gravid creek
Lain to rest - stone protrusions nestling expurgated heartwood
Jan 2014 · 767
I Swallow
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Lean in
I'll take you
in the mouth

Kneeling
Primed
Proud

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

lax jaw
focus
Iris entreats
narrowed corneal withdrawal

agape
brine – saccharine globules
dactyl dance on your calf
I capture all - deglutition
slaked smile
Jan 2014 · 752
Holding My Own Hand
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Why won't you touch me.
Please.

coiffed paragon
from across the jeep
Introspection prehends

Imagining my hand as the shift
Your palm ensconcing my own
Dactyls distributed
Fitting between winged-knuckle

Wind-diffused curls
Beckon solemn contact
Grazing my temple with instinctive tendril tuck

Saccharine lips
Memory of their meeting mine
Gone

Your visage bores into my periphery
Vicinity defies expectation
I hold my own hand, and let my hair yell.
Jan 2014 · 766
Tale of My Armor
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Floating
engulfed in penny light

the coppery-brine amalgamation penetrates my mouth
swallowing
viscous globe of blood-riddled ***

the shards of shell
spines split by the tide
echo my sentiments

current eschews shallow alluvial grave
cognizant cicumvolution
ambient gyre
diffuses carapace shrapnel into my calves

gulls enigmatically screech-stripped
slap briny padded patterns into the shoreline
pausing only upon my primal glottal stop

toes curl about inundated sand
clouting divets shift
dilatory run – slammed inert by invariable wave

cochineal effluvium plumes lilt
crepuscular rays refract further distortions

Neath the water I blindly ***** my body
Ridged projections jut from smoothed flesh
Puckering at my own touch

I sink beneath atmosphere
liquescent folds embrace promptly
I drop beneath chaos

Bare palm dig into viscid terrain
rung after rung demanding presence into the depths
I claw forth onto a sand bar

emerging
shard flanked form
eyes blazing
cuticles numb

pulse flit
patina of blood and grit

Fulgent tread propels
Upon shore
I walk back to my residence
A warrior - mortal
plated in copper and brine
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Ascent
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I – the girl you observe
guilty pleasure

marching through molten black
torch ignited
orbiting phantasms in the aphotic
burning within
corruption incinerated upon ingestion

tucked behind your frame
nestling ear
lip grazing canal

zest to soliloquy
vivacious saccharine tone
ruminating in the lilt of your tongue
resting in gum scoop and jawbone (mandible) reserve

adroit pivot
humbled gaze
locked
exteroception engaged

hard swallow
pearls scooped catatonic
atop lingering breast ascension

prudent olfaction volatile
cribriform annihilation
ginger – basil - brine - ruminate

etch of lace
sailplaning flesh topographic
aureate sunlight cresting soma
intoned morning – essence of miasma
Jan 2014 · 1.6k
12/10/2013
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Aching – attrited
chilled billows loft my lung
clingy house cat
punching
the damage in morse code
into my abdomen
muscle - vein
spasm reverberate

comforts
deep-chested camping socks
sweet potatoes
desiccated apricot and pecan cascades
*WRITTEN during finals week as I was recovering from a hospital visit over gastrointestional issues
Jan 2014 · 586
12/13/2014
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
in the aphotic
soft ***** hair touches my cheek
tracing thigh inlet with my nose
I draw my hand up the back of your inner calf
listlessly charged
my finger edge turns to pad
fingerprint friction ablaze against your chassis
puckering in want
Jan 2014 · 1.5k
He's like Driftwood
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Unfurling ancient drift
current sifted
sand grit mantling
diaspora effulgent
thumb humbly probing
tossed carapace niche

briny patina
shifting into fingerprint

I – request approach to thine
sodden curve
licking my thumb,
I'm enchanted with your gilt
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
the driftwood fits perfectly in my palm
I unspool the seaweed from its taper
furling it about my finger

my marriage to the sea was disputed
with a tiny crab that day
gentle tug-o-war with my heart
and my eruptive roar
echoing his staunch request
to keep his algae blanket - and home
the equivalent of a cardboard box in childhood
Jan 2014 · 554
Shared
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
your acumen in ripping my clothes off
your exhale
executed succinctly in shallow lung
puckered alveoli - clenched
resonates as my own
Jan 2014 · 598
Meet Me
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
To the wild woods
cut between sloped peaks
follow my trail of milky quartz pebbles
to the waterfall pool
leave your clothes just beyond the shores farthest ripple
and wade behind the tempest curtain
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Variable Coquina
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
sometimes I capture a living one
in my plastic bags recess
misplaced amid other shells
they offer a distinct oceanic waft
expiry proffers olfactory comfort
When I was younger I gathered variable coquina's from the beach. I did not understand that some of them were living, and I remember finding the smell in my collection bag being comforting - then one day I realized that I had killed living creatures. The smell is still comforting on some level.
Jan 2014 · 2.0k
Pulsing Climb
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Press me into the mossed tree
flanked in auric diaspora
lifting billowing dress with one hand
pressing it with mine into the drape of fabric
framed by tree bark divets
breath incumbent
drifting in mellowed heaves
heavy against my frame
pulse cadence
requisite engorging
blood thinned
eyes dilated
spine *****
pinning me
expectancy
pelvic tilt
sacral arch
calf raking thigh
I climb you
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
The mosquitoes supped histamine limpets into our puckered flesh
dew gilted grass entombed our feet in dappled domes
refracting the overhead fireworks
smears of whirling color
accented by smoke mote ghosts

I forgot to wear my contacts
my near-sightedness
makes you giggle nervously -
a hard full body ****** of a laugh
it arches your spine
pulling our hand-holding into an expansion
only the lining betwixt finger inlets
galvanized our pulse

well, that and your voltaic laugh
its flourishing timbre
resonant
reverberant pyrotechnic
thickly glazing aural canal

lascivious tomes penned themselves
densely
upon neural plane
dendrites imprinting chemical insignia
moment captured in impressionistic blurs
Jan 2014 · 929
Sweat Crawl
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I taste your pulse
derma puckering sweat globules
aeriform vapor corpuscles
declaring your need
embellishing sacral curvature
in mellowed diaspora
I glide closer upon the sheets drapes
fingers supporting my upper weight
pressing half inch spurs into the mattress
dragging my whole self towards you
for a kiss
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Roots
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
autumnal leaves
frost brittled lattice
under their own weight
crunch

exposed nerves
toes gasp through clay
fatigue threatens clench
yet splayed arms extend

heartwood congeals
coercing ebullience to Earth
intrusting tendril
beneath edged billows
scalping innate patina
Jan 2014 · 914
Calligraphic Prism Lift
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Light illuminates
my dis-entombed thoughts
on gilded kite

prodding dust patina
mellow mote drifts lilt

hoping not to puncture the membrane
– I run –
attempted lift

fresh soil turns under foot
tread and gait escalate
pocked path reverberates
my insistence to avoid puncturing

Deceleration
Halted earthen assault
I ****** with machination the aerial apparatus
prior to complete stagnation

Decrepit deceit eschewed
Again – I run –
taut paper snap
sheet lift
weightless message intones
in knotted vertebrae, and closed palm

my chest lifts in unison
diaphragmatic sigh punched hollow
rhapsodic finesse

privy to atmospheric secret
my hand translates the ethereal
smooth fluttering undulations
oscillating tugs, dives, and slay

Calligraphic flourishes echo the linguistic menagerie
Byzantine illustrations
Pellucid canvas drunk with dye

Evinced in muddled thought
The ink bleeds down the twine
indigo echoes of entombed vein 'neath flesh

Translucent pulse haunts taut string
furling arc – tensed tissue
acrobatic hydrofoil
tugs – glides – taunts

Ostensible horror conveyed in clenched palm
The ether curtly responds
Swift redirect

Sliced palm
Tethered scream evocation
cochineal deluge concedes

Deep purple liquid clings
Congealing - between sodden twine and palm

Whispering currents furl saturated line
into fresh groove, disturbing the clot
The wound bucks as flotsam

Relentless onslaught
I yield -
I release you

Your ethereal message tattooed into my palm
Some things were ne'er meant to be restrained
Jan 2014 · 1.6k
Egret Knuckle
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Before a Creole love call, and a curdled Cajun moon
the bay water laps about pierrot, bay grass, and wading egret knuckle

Treading through his mucky labyrinthine mistress, and wind-knitted mire
beak prods pock, and inundate in the same instant
silt gilds his bill as he finally snaps about scaly sustenance

Sated
Wings boom and beckon in the darkness
Lift
Scooped in pearl beam, he commands the aeriform

An ether opus bellows about his form
Drying silt disintegrates from aerodynamic bill
Dribbling about in a forgotten slant in the darkness
Jan 2014 · 1.1k
Salted Gaze
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Whilst licking the salt from the niche
betwixt thumb and index
my eyes tilt into
your mutually skewed gaze

Your tongue grazes
your fleshy recess in unison.

Escapade gleaned
From occipital across
somatic plane
Wanton brow flourish
signs antic invitation

Insistence consortia encodes
in labyrinthine circling hips
Rushing urgency surges in acknowledged wake
Jan 2014 · 567
Contributing
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I saw blood clearly
it was congealing
it turned and fused to the concrete densely

I saw its smear the next day
I heard someone had slid into the puddle
Face first
Turns out this sidewalk was a slip-n-slide
I felt glad to have contributed
Jan 2014 · 3.0k
Bruised Pear
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I saw hostile clearly
She was an ambling pear
She turned, and amber melt effused my person
I - her saccharine tome
turning pages in my minds eye
I heard her
dog-earring the notion I should remember most
And I felt mealy, and bruised.
Jan 2014 · 574
I smashed your clock
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Life's holy contour bucks my hips tonight
Endeavor and entreat your entire form to my person – if only for a lock of muted lip
Remove itinerary – my gift will drift your person into unpunctual realms
Your crazy dumbsaint and muse
Jan 2014 · 635
Tendencies:
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
I tend
Like ambling child
To erector construction
Jamming thought in quip
Undoing linguistically threaded intersection
Hopefully without catch

I cogitate
I need supervision
Or I might gobble up the apparatus
Choking on a plastic word
Jan 2014 · 689
Susceptibilities
Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Raw
Flesh collision
Hews the body
Lilliputian flecks coalesce
Dust motes cling
In dilapidated spheres
Dawn’s menagerie
Enunciating their form
In blatant form and elongated shadow

— The End —