The verticle smile calls us with a siren song of pleasure. The sea we sail as men is not so wonderful, a life of puffed out chests cock of the walk egotistical crap is not totally fulfilling so when we answer those silky folds it rarely goes perfectly swimmingly as we are easily led by the thought of what we think we hear.
Isn't love great
it opens
it closes
and leaves
hearts
awake
sometimes wounded
oft times freed
the power
of sensation
fire, ice, and bleed
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ah, you've put it so poetically. all the mechanisms that go with the opening and closing suddenly seem so romantic.
You are being kind Trans thank you
when it comes to words I am not but an amature, perhaps a post adolescent one at that.
she may be being kind but i don't think so.
me on the other. kind? never.
i cannot write poetry to save my life i just run on raw emotion.
maybe i'm missing it by a country mile but so does this poem.
and i geniunely think it is good
raw
and
emotional.
but good.
don't believe a word cocaine jesus says. he's a poet to the nth degree.
too long without a post. smack.
In answer to Cokaine Jesus
Words broken
unspoken and dozing
sleep in my eyes
has turned hard
the dream and the dreamer
look for release
through locked lids
and wander
Yeah I know, I am between semesters and being real damned lazy.
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