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I could bathe in your words, let them soak into my skin as I luxuriate in every lust filled line, every plea for passion floating around me in scented steam as I lay back and dream of how I would taste upon your tongue, how my breathless voice would sound in your ear.
I travel through countless worlds created by a million words but none touch me where touch is so sorely needed, none set my skin aflame and leave my breath caught in my throat, marking your absence there.
Oh won't you journey into my depths to rest awhile within the folds of my passion as I drip, honey slick from your eager mouth, my trembling hands knotted at your crown, my every wish granted as I fall to my knees in worship of your mighty pen
 Sep 2014 Nevermore
Helen
Opposed
September 03, 2014 Daily Poem

Locking Lips

"I swear when our lips touch,
I can taste the next
sixty years of my life"

Above is an excerpt from Rudy Francisco's Love Poem Medley

http://lit.genius.com/Rudy-francisco-love-poem-medley-annotated

I highly doubt Opposed is Rudy Francisco... The poem of the day today did not acknowledge the original writer or poem only stated in the notes
"Thank you for selecting this as the daily poem! :)"**

It's ok to seek the elusive 15 minutes of fame as long as it's YOUR fame to celebrate...
If you think I'm being harsh just consider if it was your own piece of writing that was so blatantly flaunted by another as their own by denying acknowledgement to the rightful owner...
 Sep 2014 Nevermore
Sherri Harder
Ships like phantoms
lost at sea.
Waves are crashing,
tumbling free.
Lightning striking, dazzling,
bolting.
Thunder rumbling, growling,
jolting.
The clouds slowly drift away
at ease.
A rainbow appears with a
feeling of peace.
The ship was rocking, now
sways gently close to shore.
The lighthouse beams its light
once more.
 Sep 2014 Nevermore
Eric
Cults
Have risen
Praising Thinkers
Praising those who melt all thought to Quiet
Those who take no risks propose a middle ground
All meaningless endeavors


Reality beyond our reach
As we grow, reproduce, die….a higher order fruit fly
Absorbed
By the perceived crucial nature of our role in the universe

What then, of our shared experience?
What of the revealed sacred in nature?

God speaks, transcending Thought and Quiet
Allowing reality to be understood
Providing a bed for compassion
A keystone for mercy and grace
 Sep 2014 Nevermore
Eric
Sword
 Sep 2014 Nevermore
Eric
I’m now at a point where most poems go through multiple drafts
Orikaeshi Tanren wordcraft
Layer on layer of editing
Pressed together
Heated
Cooled
Heated again
Tempered
Folded transversely and longitudinally

But understand: still crude and juvenile!!
..so that these verses be misconstrued as self-adulation.
One day,
……perhaps…..
Efforts will result in the production of a
Single
Razor sharp
Literary effort.
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