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Click hereour love is long fingers confusion about
cold and warmth in skin hair in little loops
which catch and hold sweet musky puffs of breath
powdery slide and plastic cling cumulus thoughts
and cirrus words
thirsty palms and aching lips bones wanting out
teeth wanting in, equivocating nails embarrassed
feet and dying buttons fainting cloth long draughts
of liquid air strong and sudden gusts in high branches
darkening
thoughts of wet sand
words of brittle basic clay bulging blood
sweating blood trembling shifts from center
ideas folding up further darkening first spatters
and a new smell
hurried movement
warmth that is too cold moist that tingles
slip and push and pull waxy hair and in
and thickness in and flash and flash
and a drum in the head
till the torrent finds
a steady pace and sheds wave on wave
of life to the land our love is thus
wave on wave and thus life to the land
till a last hard wave
comes tearing down a crash
from nowhere another crack
and the lights go out shudders off
shrinking everything dripping in the
funny light moves away beautiful to return
I've edited this poem since first submitting it. Where there were once semicolons, there are now spaces. It's less "semicolon happy" now... but gappy! LOL
In my opinion, much more poetic than Beginning the Journey. The poem is a little semicolon happy, though. :)