Body Lengths & Measures In Pleasures~

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How do I find

the paradigm of locked lockets in the grazed stone

of your throat

find myself wearing your skin at sunrise

by a cherry wood cutting board

an ash knife dancing the webbing between my thumb

and index finger

indexing the recipe of animal ghost lights

pushing the deep hip of the night

back into the glazed forest

beyond the cottage by the sea

the residue of wolfen joints knocking bones

into the dishwasher

remembering my body out of yours

for another human day

in the blue velvet of my lovely

dissonance;

the hum follows me everywhere

the sacral threads branch in vines

until my spine

aches to fall

and I wake up in a pile of dreams

outside a bar

where lonely men

where violent men

where men with nothing to lose

in their killing moods

wait for girls like me

in my Hollister lies

and flashing, raven eyes

a wolf in mean lean against my thighs

a basket of measures

of sideways baked pleasures

on a graceful elbow bound with pearls

that scatter under moon’s full light

and I find myself

again

in pattern

crawling through your skin

for the taste of berry jam

at the corners of your lips

 

 

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from UnFairy Tales From UnderLand

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

so many lines i loved in this. ' find myself wearing your skin at sunrise' suggesting lovers wrapped up together, that sense of closeness. 'pushing the deep hip of the night' stunning metaphor 'until my spine aches to fall' all the unreality of a dream world, 'on a graceful elbow bound with pearls' suggesting something very feminine and contrasting with the 'wolf in mean lean'. The whole poem has a surreal edge that left me melting into the poetry. amazing writing!

[SkinlessFrank]

but there is also the dreadful sadness of the hunter humming through this song ... the hurt and tired bones in predator and prey

[Ed Hart]

i smiled the whole way through
the smile is on my face glued
and i don't know what to do
guess i'll try to keep pace
wolf wolf back at you

[Seshat Nidaba]

This was startlingly original and entertaining to read, I especially liked the first 5 lines and the last 2. and this:

1. that scatter under moon’s full light

[Reese38]

You're the only woman I've ever encountered who makes a man anticipate being ripped to shreds. (: You're queen of poetic seduction. Every line is a perfectly cultivated move that strips your avid audience down to the bones.



where lonely men

where violent men

where men with nothing to lose

in their killing moods

wait for girls like me

in my Hollister lies

and flashing, raven eyes

a wolf in mean lean against my thighs

a basket of measures

of sideways baked pleasures

on a graceful elbow bound with pearls

that scatter under moon’s full light

and I find myself

again

in pattern

crawling through your skin

for the taste of berry jam

at the corners of your lips


You waste no words, each one is honed to perfection within content and context.

[Jibey]

I don't really understand much of it but I do love the wonderful concoction of words that you compose with such style and panache... However, I did get the bit about 'the taste of berry jam at the corner of your lips'... and I was so nice.

[Aidz]

Circle the Jackals and pray on the miniskirts but first lick to taste the sweet jam as I nestle between warm thighs and breathe sweet femme perfume :)