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(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
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(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
Explicit! synaesthesia-The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body. en·jamb·ment inˈjambmənt,enˈjam(b)mənt/שלח noun (in verse) the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza.
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lora-lee
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
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