her nameA Poem by m.s.earlyThere is grace in her throat when she sings my name; it is wet on her lips perched like doves in the roses taking flight. Once her breasts heave and the air is flushed, my name raises avidly in bi-tonal fluted chords, bracing her elbows against my chest and struggling to release her harmony in my patient ears. My love stews her name viciously. It is katzenjammer and clangor once it pumps from my diaphragm deranged, a din fracturing the air around us; its potency observed when my hands grip her waist and clutch her to delve in her, to withdraw from her. Her name is planed between abrasive clenched jaws while mine flitters gently back down among us. Hers is replaced by devouring it, becoming it while mine licks her lips with glistening and waits to kiss again.
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Added on March 1, 2014Last Updated on March 1, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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