before we lose sight

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Liar
Liar
59 Followers

faith is a thread
a trip wire in a field of mud
that let us stagger on
knowing

something
has
changed

and it's not only blood
that is spilling out
the corner of your mouth
but words
trickling like cold smoke
drips from your lips
and dissolves
before landing
on mine
coming closer
still closer
here below

we will merge
but in that moment
your words will
become mine

where your hair
is a steel bar curtain
sheild shading my perimeter
to touch and taste alone

and your blood will smear
my tongue
with a scent of iron
that no faith no fantasy
can wash away

so why fight the night?
let me taste that descending exhale
and your downpour of mantra

sing the last song
tell the last tale

a tantric transcript sanskrit
soul searching stumble
in your murderous mumble
muffled in my mouth
at last

Liar
Liar
59 Followers
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WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
oh!

I love it and I love the part fool mentioned. This is cool and unique and I truly believe you are the king of erotic poetry here at lit. :)

sacksackover 19 years ago
This is a bit bizarre........

What is she, a vampire or something? I don't understand why blood is introduced, where elsewhere in the poem the build up appears to be leading to a simple kiss. I have never read of hair being compared to a steel bar curtain shield. Kind of turns me off, as hair is so different from steel. Even if you want to use unusual words/phrases they still need to make some kind of sense in English. I gave this a "5" because of its uniqueness, but ideally needs to me tightened up, with the icky whimsy wordplay revisited. One can be simply too clever and you've crossed that line here...

The_FoolThe_Foolover 19 years ago
Yeah.

I love the play of language. This part just kills me:

a tantric transcript sanskrit

soul searching stumble

in your murderous mumble

muffled in my mouth

at last

One small edit: sheild = shield

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