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bluebell
bluebell
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I miss you like I miss poetry-
the emptiness of not reading.
Not receiving.
The small of slowly heated blood
and the song of sweat against my ears.
The snare of skin trapped to body;
a protuberant bubble, moist and whole.
Soft distance set in.

I miss you like I miss finishing a poem-
the slush of being spent, denied.
When words not given voice elbow instead
from the mind and catch
in the murky slick of suspension.
A solo shunned from a chirring violin.
The elliptical crumbling
of an unspoken sentence.

bluebell
bluebell
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maggot420maggot420almost 15 years ago
Wonderful

And I'm not just saying that. A beautifully constructed piece of art. You have a staggeringly impressive talent.

annaswirlsannaswirlsalmost 15 years ago
ooh

this one DID make me purr. Very well executed, Ms. Bell. More please

jomarjomarover 15 years ago
Another

jewel from a lovely flower. Just lovely.

unpredictablebijouunpredictablebijouover 15 years ago
fabulous

Your last four lines, particularly, were so juicy and perfect they just took off the top of my head. Extraordinarily well done.

AnonymousAnonymousover 15 years ago
yeah

Got this one on my hands, then in my hair, around the house, on the furniture, the sofa, my pants, the doorknob. All good.

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