Sunday Aug 17, 2003

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parts of this poem has been running through my head off and on for a few hours now... Here's where it's going...

My Lover's Skin

The taste of my lover's skin is borrowed.
Leather and steel.
spice and iron

The taste of my lover's skin stuns me
Lavender and cream
Cinnamon and strawberries

The taste of my lover's skin is clean and crisp

I wish I was all fingertips and tongue.

Purity lies
The imperfections
Days of stubble
blemishes and scars
moles and bumps

Character in flaw.

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scarecrow:
yah... it's definitely a work in progress... Going for no gender specificity... Want it to refer to a man or woman... I guess it's more noted for myself than anything else... Christ, poetry is not my forte'.. I always sound like a bad Jim Morrison impersonator or Dr. Seuss... We'll see how this ends up...
krista:
This one....yeah...makes sense to me.

And you are probably right about Haunted, but there was a sentiment I needed to express. And if I had used my own words, there would have been far too much profanity.

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