Here Is The Poem I’ll Never Give You
by codebllack
One two three, one two three
Your fingers drumming on the table
My nails clawing at the bench
We can almost feel the electricity
Birthing between our skin
That is yet not touching
There is a sediment of poems
Under my tongue
I want to speak, I want to speak
But my words bring you malaise
Maybe because I have never
Written you a poem
Have never showed you
How I can pleasure you with words
I want to have you, I want to have you
Oh you don’t know the meaning of words
The words you speak, and the words you don’t
They all mean the same
But let me swallow your tongue
With nouns and feeble pronouns
Let me bite your flesh
With verbs and adjective
Here is the language we could speak darling
You can sip on the lustful grammar
Pooling in the caverns of my collar bones
The imagery here is simply stunning.
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Oh thank you for taking your time to read this!
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Fantastic!
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Thank you!
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I see you followed ‘strata of the self’ today. I’m very impressed with your writing and I’m hoping you have a piece, or pieces, that are self portraiture, that you would like to share there?
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Oh thank you so much again! I’m glad you enjoyed my pieces. And of course, I’d like to share in the mentioned blog. Procedure? And don’t worry, I figured out that you are the curator lol
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Could you email me some links to posts on your blog?
ashleylilyscarlett@gmail.com
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Alright, sure I will. 🙂
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Sorry, I should have left a link and mentioned that I’m the curator. 🙂
http:\\strataoftheself.wordpress.com
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Hey there! So I have mailed you some of the links to my posts on blog as you asked 🙂 Check them out
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Yes, I got your email. Thank you. I’ll get back to you soon. 🙂
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