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by candlelight from iliac crest to supersternal notch; the delicate pilgrimage of my mouth

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC

johann-botha

[by candlelight]

by candlelight from iliac crest to supersternal notch; the delicate pilgrimage of my mouth

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A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

A bone meets another bone

A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk

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my body is a pond pondering body of * a pastime of skipping stones rippling raphes limping lips collapsing clavicles * pop a lilac on my iliac crest. * how many hops can you make before sinking in my **** how many stones can I take before drinking from your stash? * [Stone skipping (or stone skimming) is the art of throwing a flat stone across water in such a way (usually Sidearm) that it bounces off the surface, preferably many times. The objective of the game is to see how many times a stone can bounce before sinking.] * my wellspring is a floodplain floodplain floodplain floodpain.

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC

dog-eyed-gentleman

the day i decided i am a pond

my body is a pond pondering body of * a pastime of skipping stones rippling raphes limping lips collapsing clavicles * pop a lilac on my iliac crest. * how many hops can you make before sinking in my **** how many stones can I take before drinking from your stash? * [Stone skipping (or stone skimming) is the art of throwing a flat stone across water in such a way (usually Sidearm) that it bounces off the surface, preferably many times. The objective of the game is to see how many times a stone can bounce before sinking.] * my wellspring is a floodplain floodplain floodplain floodpain.

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She is a good butcher The knife steady in her hand, Although she’s never quite gotten the knack For hacking in one swing. Tried once and hit bone – elicited screams. Prefers instead to slice carefully Weighs each cut of the knife Watches the blood well up Saliva pooling in response. His pretty little ears she nibbles on Followed by his lips she samples at every moment Even his nose she presses kisses to. There’s so little fat to him Just how she likes. When she gets too hungry to wait Sinks her teeth into the definition of his pectoral Rips away the muscle chewing gleefully. He is a rich source of protein Her body has been craving. Finds what is so often boasted between the legs of men no delicacy at all as some treat it. Loves to lap at his iliac crests Wear down to his bones and crack them between her teeth **** the slick, nutritious marrow. Finds a certain contentment In the consuming focus The preoccupation of her hands, mind, and mouth.

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May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC

withinmelove

Carving

She is a good butcher The knife steady in her hand, Although she’s never quite gotten the knack For hacking in one swing. Tried once and hit bone – elicited screams. Prefers instead to slice carefully Weighs each cut of the knife Watches the blood well up Saliva pooling in response. His pretty little ears she nibbles on Followed by his lips she samples at every moment Even his nose she presses kisses to. There’s so little fat to him Just how she likes. When she gets too hungry to wait Sinks her teeth into the definition of his pectoral Rips away the muscle chewing gleefully. He is a rich source of protein Her body has been craving. Finds what is so often boasted between the legs of men no delicacy at all as some treat it. Loves to lap at his iliac crests Wear down to his bones and crack them between her teeth **** the slick, nutritious marrow. Finds a certain contentment In the consuming focus The preoccupation of her hands, mind, and mouth.

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