The idea here is that I will post bits of personal literature and subject them to the harsh criticisms of the online community. That being said, I welcome any, preferably constructive, criticisms. After all, the finest wines are all made from stepped on grapes. So be cruel if need be; these are all living documents which I hope to make better with age.

Monday, February 22, 2010

A Love Transpired

Another old piece, originally writ as a Valentine's Day gift for an ex, but to hell with her -- I'm taking it back. Posts of new works coming soon.

Hearts close, thine to mine.
Recumbant, your fine lines, curves, cut like knives.
Two lives: hearts, bodies, minds entwined.
Sweat beads, drips, proceeds,
trickles down, slips deep between,
where lovers meet and two it seems,
become as one from neck to navel.
Blue-green eyes are meet with hazel.
Fervent hands caress your thighs,
whilst lusty moans pass into sighs.
Love subsides and all that stays:
Lovers locked in loving gaze.

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2 comments:

  1. Zach A.February 23, 2010 at 6:17 PM

    We need to find an Englishman, and have him read this aloud.

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  2. Anthony KirchnerFebruary 24, 2010 at 3:33 AM

    Hmm... I'll hunt one down. In the mean time try this .


    I'd have just posted the sound file I created using this with the poem but that would violate the usage restrictions.

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