Secret The succulent nature of
So seamlessly stitched to my shrine of shame
Privacy Held honorable
Tenaciously Tiresome
The articulate veil of Quiet Self Respect
So pretty a sisterhood of narrow Definition
The Hand that knows my name. Addictions that entice the most hardened of thoughts. Persuasion in the Need of Eternal Eastern Compass. Blood and Bones to feel. Words laced with riddle. The strange comfort of lavender breaking down. Automatic detachment. A musical note floating on taste. Pleasure in hard passion. Cloud of smoke around my eyes. Black boot on the chest of humanity. Truth in silent conversation. Heavenly aromas lingering in past memory. Premeditated course of action and inclusion. Authentic sterotype. My concrete postion within the hyperbola. Time the Erosion of Identity. Too Close is To suffocate. Selective friendship. Provocation of idea.
I find
a way to be
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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2 comments:
I won't comment much on the body of text, because it reads as a stream of conciousness not offered for critique but as a document of what comes out of your pen when you don't edit the process.
I will say that "black boot on the chest of humanity" is both disturbingly evocative and erotic.
And note that very few Americans understand the world "pudeur," whose closest translation is perhaps "discretion" but brings with it a sense of appropriateness, privacy and a respect for boundaries and for self.
Testing...in the name of someone else couldn't and I have no idea why. No one is blocked or moderated from these pages.....
R~
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