the curve of your neck has

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the curve
of your neck
has

fuzzy hair
only seen in the xenon flash
of my new manymegapixel pride and joy
when the angle is
just

right

and a ladybug
lost in space as well as time
that tries to crawl down the back
of your collar

to pat tiny footsteps along your spine
on a journey i wish i had
the audacity to begin

the curve of your neck
also has the golden cut by the balls
and sweetly fucks with the head
of pi

and some day i will put to record
other senses than this
that i can apply
at safe distance

until then this lens will catch
otherwise invisible hair

and the ladybug
i envy

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MyNecroticSnailMyNecroticSnailover 17 years ago
Consider the impact

of this space:

when the angle is

just

right

of these lines:

and sweetly fucks with the head

of pi

on the rest of the poem, too cute, too cute

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Imaginative

and quite lovely, mentioned in today's new poem reviews

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Prolific M&M with another lovely piece

Of such powerful imagery

I imagine her here with me now

Tantalizing view of her neck so smooth...

annaswirlsannaswirlsover 17 years ago
yes

ah the intensity of the magnification making us want to shrink down to the atomic level and sink rigt into the pores the molecules the electrons of a lover, an almost lover the desire to sink another letter between the syllables of the One

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