Thursday, November 10, 2011

The First,

hair that clouded any thought, the
skin that met upon this bed,
desired touch, slowly brought, to
hands that clasped and stroked and fed

lips that met in sealing concert, then
grazed upon the flesh and heat.
Trembled breath so hot , so thieved,
on afternoon so sweet.
for finding greenwood land,
from cliched lives that lost the core.
Spread a blanket on life's demand, in
hopes of finding something more.


Unknown said...

Ooh, you used my surname! Should I be honoured, or scared?

Unknown said...


Anonymous said...

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Unknown said...

Thanks, Alex, but don't hold yer breath, I am a little erratic in here!

Unknown said...

That was sweet and hard on-inducing. Not in a pervy way. I think. Very nice.

Sac Hermes Kelly said...

I really can't handle how sad I am over him dying. On the bright side, I can always drown my sorrows in fan fiction.

Also, I just read this article in Wired magazine & this quote made me happy.

'Harry Potter revealed a mass audience for fantasy that nobody was aware of, not even the people who were part of it. We were legion, and we didn’t even know it. Dostoevsky once said, “We all crawled out from under Gogol’s ‘Overcoat,’” and it’s just as true to say that we all crawled out from under Harry’s cloak of invisibility. He made being a fantasy nerd cool. Or, no, that’s not quite right. We didn’t change. The world changed around us: Harry Potter made everyone a little bit uncool.'

swAAmi said...

That was a nice poem.....

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