8:07 p.m.
I keep my eyes on our reflection. I watch you touch me;
I watch me touch me better. I am in love with my hands.
The arch of my back is a crescent moon. You are the sky
I slice through to shine. Orgasm is insanity, a dark-haired girl. I know her from somewhere.
Her eyes are my reflection. Delicious.
11:49 p.m.
I keep my eyes on the flutter under your eyelids, the shifting clouds
of consciousness; our reflection is behind me and beneath me, now,
my back is straight. I slip into myself. I watch my steps.
I am in love with my feet. The sky is ribbons.
For Izy's "waiting" prompt at Real Toads
Monday, April 9, 2018
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
14 comments:
Getting high or being out of one's senses has gotten a bad rap lately, but this reminds me why I liked it. It's probably dangerous, too. But in the moment it doesn't seem to matter. Or so I read.
And "I know her from somewhere." Clever girl.
"Orgasm is insanity, a dark-haired girl. I know her from somewhere."
"I am in love with my feet. The sky is ribbons."
Holy moly, chica. This is gorgeous!
Always intriguing, always clever.
I'm in love with my hands and value my feet, both keep me happily self-sufficient and capable if escape.
Just a gorgeously female viewpoint with extra bells on its toes.
Incredibly sensual!
Bloody Nora! We say that here in the North when we are lost for words.
So female and so sensual! I love it, especially:
'The arch of my back is a crescent moon. You are the sky
I slice through to shine'
and
'I am in love with my feet. The sky is ribbons.'
Love this female, very sensual, poem :-)
That's what I love about women. We are so - womanly. Smiles.
A woman's back as a crescent moon - perfect. I am in love with my feet. The sky is ribbons....oh my. I remember those days of being high and making love. Oh my oh my. Wonderful womanly poem.
Totally gorgeous, and how I identify!
Something about the tone of this (and maybe the time stamps) remind me of Cinderella - though a more carnal version. Seems like the narrator is waiting to turn back into a pumpkin or for the his/her heightened happiness to end. Through out there are gorgeous lines, but my favorite with the arch of the moon slicing open the sky! So well done....thanks for sharing MZ!
Very sensuous and vivid!
Especially loved - "Her eyes are my reflection"
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