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A Poem by Yoli

Fortnight set

In a far-off castle.

Your friend’s cats and bed -

Me, yours mid-foreign flesh.

Soon soap suds,

We brushing sweat.

You iced all icks

When ichored noon

Next anchored - me

In those misplaced sheets.

We were prancing

Through woods, your aloofness,

Your painting of another

Girl backing my limbs.

Salt-stung skins

With the sea:

« What about girls ? »

You, boy, unsure

To flex or fear I fess.

You, faint fox,

Hands unhitched

Held so tight -

The train. Teared dry

As I hung hunt; hours

Gentled, gently.

Last time of - you, unsure

How bound me still

Hands clayed. And a temperance

I could have shattered

Easy, peasy.

Call bait and bite.

© 2024 Yoli

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Twilight

Well, this felt rather playful to me; whilst reading it.The opening words introduce your setting, of a fortnight in a castle. And, the protagonist may have been staying there; at the bidding of a friend? Even so, the castle belongs to her friend's friend (so to speak)?. From amongst the many playful words, one passionate scene is hinted at - amongst "soap suds"; and involving "mid-foreign flesh"? In the fifth verse, I felt reminded of a fox and hunt; chasing down his exhausted prey. The following verse, spoke to me of a protagonist experiencing doubt; or feeling insecure. Almost as if, fearing that her fox may not continue to show his passion and wanting for her; and feeling as if his attentions could force her to "shatter"? Whilst feeling possibly vulnerable, the protagonist certainly seems happy with her friend; "prancing through woods"? Or, was that a moment of frolic between the protagonist and her fox? This must be one of your most engaging writes, on this site; so far. I was responding emotionally to your words, in this review; and allowed my thoughts to wander...