- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cyanotic
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Keys under tongue
passed between good luck lips.
You carry the release behind glass,
behind metal.
We wait.
The clock ticks past red
into blue, and they swear
there is no way
you will find your way out this time
this time.
To see you! To see you levitate
with telekinetic twists that hold your angle
straight on until morning.
No nod.
Sworn to choose widowhood
over a flood of emptied tanks
and twisted limbs
that were almost free.
Still, they protest.
I rotate the suspended image
like a child who mumbles nonsense to fight a nap.
My breath, you always return
before the sway of depletion.
Octopus arms carry us home
pacified
rocked
delivered
from this dangerous longing.
We survived this day.
Thread loosens
letters blow the breeze
words come down tomorrow.
Don’t make me hold my breath
for you.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 18 years agoI promise not to make you hold your breath if you will lead me out of here. While I do find it very interesting here, I really don't want to live here.
sackover 18 years agopossibly not what you intended, but a possible interpretation anyway.
twelveooneover 18 years agoI can not get enough of more of the same,
What the hell I'm a fan. anna you do have a tendency to lose and audience, sometimes it comes to me a day later, it is always worth it for me, and to tide me over, interesting words.
Anonymousover 18 years agoThe images are a bit opaque, but the overriding sense of breathlessness carries this one beautifully! Good work, anna.
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