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Click hereOne hour ago
gunpowder pounded
medieval walls into
pathetic curiosities.
Thirty two minutes ago
printing presses
first turned, shredding
screaming popes.
Twelve breaths ago
Darwin stared, breathless
at a dead
Galapagos finch.
And now
as our neural limbs, entwined
lay spent
and sticky warm serotonin
dribbles down your inner thigh
I stare in wonder
at the tiny L-shaped smudge
on the
cobalt blue bottle
by the bed.
Hmm... very cool.
Interesting concept that (from my perspective; it’s a lot more dynamic than it is obvious) cleverly touches upon the mystical/time-bending aspect of sex in a manner you just don’t see. More importantly, the rhythm of the words laid beautifully, mate.
Good stuff!
This is brilliant to the point of being refreshing (or is it the other way round?).
I loved this poem so much. It is a clever idea well executed. I want more!!!