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well, i see through walls
so of course my sight's far under your clothes

to where your elk-like femur, the curl of rib
that solid nursery, the pelvic cradle
all revel erotic as a dissected starfish

only a gearhead lusts for the suspension
the rest of us are all sheet metal
and ride

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Bill DadaBill Dadaabout 16 years ago
^

I'm not a gearhead, but the sheet metal is not near as important as the ride.

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 16 years ago
At the butcher house

You scare me Dora...

AnonymousAnonymousover 16 years ago
Wow

I never thought I'd find dissection sexy (I suppose I'm more a sheet metal variety person). Great job with this. The ending is wonderful.

-Dora

LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in Wednesday's New Poems Reviews.

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 16 years ago
Speak for yourself red cape!

I love the way those bones pronounce themselves in a woman's body (I suspect that most women know that all too well...). For a moment there I thought you were going with me to the fantasy of the hidden desires of what I conjured are common to most men: "the curl of rib/that solid nursery, the pelvic cradle..." but no, you found that most wonderous female part as attractive as "erotic as a dissected starfish". OOOkkkai... With all due respect, in the name of the rest, do not be disheartened wonderful women, wherever you are, you are still most irresistibly sexy with your low riding pants which highlight those very essential feminine features. By all means It was not a bad poem, but are you sure that your version of red cape likes women? (p.s. No excuses please: no irony detector could buzz here).

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