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Click hereNo illucid imitation
will ever flash
such a blinding smile.
Lindsey can like no woman
no man
grin the plaster of walls
--- not in horror mind you,
but in desperate attempt
to not only fall to the floor
but to crawl across it
and kiss her feet.
As did I
and shared a Big Easy night
between Italian sheets
and real folds of pure inspiration.
Lindsey can like nothing mattered
adlib on a coin toss
and curve conversations,
while I curve arms around her waist
fingers around her divinity,
and lips around her earlobe.
What if ---
--- we are all a mistake
just ethereal spit,
a blob of seed dripping down
Valhalla's restroom wall ---
--- the undivine result
of an unknown deity's
premature ejaculation?
Not saying ---
--- just asking.
What if?
she says.
Not saying ---
I reply
--- just asking, what if
it is all good,
no worries,
a-ok,
cool,
take
your
pick,
and we need not ponder
silly things like that?
Her space curves
around my straight stance ---
--- Lindsey turns,
slips perspiration lubricated
in my arms.
Say it again,
I want to watch your face
when you do.
And I do.
Then again, that smile.
Only this time,
I am already closer
than swooning plaster
will ever be.
// Kacper 2004 //
Distracting in places? Yes. Engaging counterpoints? Yes. There's one line that keeps making me smile...
"adlib on a coin toss"
(Which, personally, could be a great title... for this, or something else!)
...loved this -- no two ways about it! (edit 'of' = 'off' in 2nd stanza.
the counterpoint between the physical and the philosophy. They enhance each other. Nice read.
*thermometer off
and I do like it. I think I was just a little distracted by the overuse of --- dashes.
"grin the plaster of walls" Should that be off?
And this will give me something to think about for awhile:
What if ---
--- we are all a mistake
just ethereal spit,
a blob of seed dripping down
Valhalla's restroom wall ---
--- the undivine result
of an unknown deity's
premature ejaculation?
*no thermometer rating