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Saturday, January 19, 2013

Beware






Beware


beware the call of skin
each sticky cell
but filaments of remembered bone
sticky as molasses dripped on linen
gathering form as strung pearls 
distinct and clear as knocks at a door
opening 
under the charge of that first hot kiss
beware the call of skin shimmering each
pounded breath of new-found air 


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    1. Thanks Stan and MM for stopping by.. Magical who could ignore this? Just about everyone - lol - at some point or another :)

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    1. Thank you for stopping and taking the time to comment :)

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  3. I'm like a moth drawn to your flame, Pearl. With or without warning!

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    1. Thanks for flying over and stopping by - Mhmmmm the moth to a flame sounds like a "beware" situation of its own - lol. Thanks again Walt for the enthusiastic comment - greatly appreciated.

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  4. Whoo! Such visceral imagery in your writing - wonderful work. :)

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    1. Oh thank you for the very kind words. So much appreciated :)

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  5. There is a heaviness looming as this story begins..all at once lifted by that parting kiss..beware indeed..mighty words..

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