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Author Name: Freeborderline_mary 4 Comments
Date Added: January 28, 2011 15:01:57 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Past the Barrier
The desert could not burn me like your skin,
A salt and copper pressure in my throat
Your palms a vortex made to draw me in
And spill out all the words I ever wrote,
Until I'm made from sunlight spun with sin
That dries against the cracking of your lips.
The sky will melt and shudder overhead
To coat your shoulders, tiny diamond drips
That seal the fissured landscape so it gleams;
You leave no maps by which love might be led,
A stumbling wanderer in velvet dreams
Through sands that shift to dull the pulse of time

Your living poem of many-splendored themes,
And searing skin that has no need for rhyme.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeSavannah Collins on April 13, 2011 03:43:13 PM Report
I do not think this poem could have been any more vivid. I could picture every word in my mind. You really brought this to life. Very very very well done. ~Savannah.
Comment By: FreeDerral Gerken on March 2, 2011 12:57:37 PM Report
I think it goes without saying that you do a very good job at creating a complex and visual picture in your words.  It's is a difficult task to bring words to life, but you seem to be well trained.  Very good job.
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on February 16, 2011 07:55:40 PM Report
Skin is the main organ of erotic arousal - when all your skin is on fire then you are truly there.
You express it beautifully.





David

Comment By: Freejamieson steele on January 28, 2011 08:10:20 PM Report


Jessica,


   It takes centuries for diamonds to form.


Tears take only a moment


to express


a woman's living poem


"that has no need for rhyme".


Love the interplay.




All the best,




Jamieson





 


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