this letting of words is my treatment...my salvation. it pulls all the toxins from my mind, body, and soul.
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Friday, March 1, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
9 Last Call: PURGE
PURGE
erase
get rid of
a pale face flickers
as naughty pictures doused
blaze--a relationship ends
"burn away lingering evils."
It is the last Wednesday of the month and with that comes another union of Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>douse, naughty, pale] and the clarity pyramid. I'm not too fond of homophones. I had something in my mind until I realized that it was pale and not pail. I had to do some rearranging; I'm not 100% happy with the results, but...
I've decided to double up this week and so ...
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
3 Time Capsule: Intoxication
Title: Intoxication
Date: 07/29/01
Setting: Life after college--summer between first and second post-college job
Form: Free verse
Date: 07/29/01
Setting: Life after college--summer between first and second post-college job
Form: Free verse
As I opened the drawer
To put away my clothes
I found your shirt
folded neatly among my own
I paused
and sat back on my legs
I stretched out my hand
touching the fabric
suddenly I felt you near
I drew the shirt from its spot
held it up to my face
and I could feel your touch
gently brushing my cheek
breathing deeply in
I could taste
your soft sweet kiss
Clinging to your shirt tightly
I stood
Slowly with my eyes shut
so I might hold onto your image
I slipped out of my clothes
and into your shirt
I longed to feel you
against my bare skin
I spent the day cuddled
in your shirt
When night fell
I crawled into bed
still wrapped in your shirt
just so that I might
wake up next to you
And as I lay there
ready to drift off
I felt extraordinary
and amazing
And I knew
I was intoxicated
by you
Artifact I: Original piece written in green pencil.
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