rain sex whisper flight

rain sex whisper flight

A Poem by Tim Lion

      from behind laughing eyes

    I

                                 stare

                       down

                   at

sweat-sheened heaven

 

(gasp)(grasp)(let it begin)

 

twitchy life enmeshed

in a song of light

nectar taints pain

flop in the love muck

 

heart stops/starts fresh

slide smooth/crash hard

wicked innuendo

disquiet the soul corpse

 

I have seen dreams

ant-sized miracles

dance on your taste buds

dissolve in your bile

 

watch my body scream

like fire from a cloud

as my ice-colored shame

tails the comet to glory

 

when I have slithered,

crawled, hopped, and ran

with your name in my veins

like combustible fuel

 

you will wither on my back

and become dragon wings

and we’ll fly to the edge

of this angel-fucked lie

 

(gasp)(grasp)(let it all end)

 

there’ll be nothing more

      to do

              but

                    fall

                         with

                          newborn rain

 

 

© 2011 Tim Lion


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OT
ah so raw - so brilliant - "heart stops/starts fresh
slide smooth/crash hard" and then the almost drum roll finale - "when I have slithered,
crawled, hopped, and ran
with your name in my veins
like combustible fuel

you will wither on my back
and become dragon wings
and we’ll fly to the edge
of this angel-fucked lie" - before the sliding last stanza as we slowly drip out of the scene to go and write obscene things about you on alleyway walls because we're jealous! lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I faught with myself whether this poem should rank, but it slipped in due to it's shear originality.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
ah so raw - so brilliant - "heart stops/starts fresh
slide smooth/crash hard" and then the almost drum roll finale - "when I have slithered,
crawled, hopped, and ran
with your name in my veins
like combustible fuel

you will wither on my back
and become dragon wings
and we’ll fly to the edge
of this angel-fucked lie" - before the sliding last stanza as we slowly drip out of the scene to go and write obscene things about you on alleyway walls because we're jealous! lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raw and inspiring, like the bright red flesh of a new scrape.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was absolutely brilliant.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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passionate...raw.. riveting read

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Construction was amazing. Wording-really different but it worked for me.
Basically this poem blew me away.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very powerful, written with fitting passion, desire and a calm blissful feeling.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

thats was interesting not my taste in writing but none the less a really good piece.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

No question that you have captured all the pleasurable pain, hideous beauty and ancient flight entailed in chasing the orgasmic moment. The last lines are the perfect conclusion.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Holy Frick! This is word-perfect. Cheered my day up inexplicably! Thank You! I'll be reading more of yours =)

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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