The unsayable

The unsayable

A Poem by Ina Waltz

Sloppy movement of my bones
on your oh-so-fragile skin
conducting wires through my fingers
like you've never done it before

challenging organs to obey your will
kissing a shivering freckle over my lip
creeping in as I curl up my limbs
like we've never done it before

© 2012 Ina Waltz


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I so dig your style. Even in softness, there is that hint of brutality. And I think of small Eastern Europe kitchens with strong women and steaming copper kettles and peeled potatoes. That's just in general. Specifically, this piece should be a song. It's lovely and flames fortissimo the pianissimo in love. Delightful. Really.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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very sensuous, packed quite a bit into a few lines. very lovely

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a beautiful way to describe making love. Only thing that bothers me is "Sloppy movement of my bones" I just cannot imagine bones being sloppily moved. They clatter and shake.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Awesome. Makes my bones sloppy

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it. Cool

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh so vivid sensual imagery here... I feel it!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

good vivid imagery

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the strength of your images
no quivering wimpiness here
an intimacy without unveiling
you captivate without an outward sign of entrapment
you are so THERE
and accept nothing less than our total awed attention
fascinating
great write here

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eraser ,cool freckle.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Can I just put a

Posted 11 Years Ago


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SamanthaMarie

11 Years Ago

Okay it wont let me, but I put a heart. lol
That_Girl

11 Years Ago

Gotta put a space between for it to work. < 3
SamanthaMarie

11 Years Ago

well, , < 3 < 3 over and over!
I so dig your style. Even in softness, there is that hint of brutality. And I think of small Eastern Europe kitchens with strong women and steaming copper kettles and peeled potatoes. That's just in general. Specifically, this piece should be a song. It's lovely and flames fortissimo the pianissimo in love. Delightful. Really.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Ina Waltz
Ina Waltz

Zagreb, -- Please Select --, Croatia



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I write poetry and short stories. I also draw and paint abstract images that my mind creates in order to understand the world and myself. I cannot live without creative outlet; when I don't write/pain.. more..

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