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Click hereHow do it is
long as hot and play me pretty
your lick or wish lance poised
positioned to the room at 12
It attracts others, some in burning tents
some to sing in edgy beat, garlic hums in mouth
tonight rest in the cold brand that's certain
same war
How do it is
remove with gentleness and lengthy tweezers,
a limp of tender thorn
much cherished chip of shared blue pain
They are mothers all to me
birthing sounds like not to die at once
consuming moans grow horns and keys
same war
"They are mothers all to me
birthing sounds like not to die at once"
I recognize some lines, but would you mind, what is this from? It is familiar and I would like to read it in context.
My comments on your poem are on the new poems thread in the poetry forum. I did not use the thermometer for rating.