Saturday, April 05, 2008
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Fragments From My Neon Love-Affair
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Seven Hundred Kisses: A Yellow Silk Book of Erotic Writing
By Lily Pond
see relatedThere's something to be said
for that leftover bit of human
essence that accumulates,
unwanted at the bottom of gutters
and in crevices less acquainted
with the light. And I can't help but
notice how pieces of you seem to
fall away as you walk.
Like the scales of a fish they
catch the light and fragment it,
thrusting it back up into the
atmosphere. Like how we thrust
into each other last night when
all the light had been swallowed
up into our aching crevices,
burning images into our skin.Afterwards, when I pressed
my face inside your chest,
I could taste the salt and
stale of you. And you tasted
like cured meat and the darkened
corners of alleyways no-one
goes into.
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Comments (8)
i know. i wish school wasnt such a big part of life! anyway, good spring break? i gotta go to class now! bye!
i miss reading good poetry!
You're my very first xanga friend! Sorry, I just never got around to adding friends, I didn't really see much point in it.
PS. You're a fabulous illustrator of words
Perfectly Noir! :)
ah, thank you so much.
i was going to copy my favorite bit of your post, but the words kept striking me different ways. stunning nonetheless. i would copy the whole thing here, but that defeats the point. god, remarkable.I know I haven't commented in your work before, but I definitely love it!
"There's something to be said
for that leftover bit of human
essence that accumulates,
unwanted at the bottom of gutters
and in crevices less acquainted
with the light. And I can't help but
notice how pieces of you seem to
fall away as you walk. "
This passage was sublime.
I see that you've been skirting with a bit of eroticism. It's something that I've thought about doing, but I always go into sentimentality. I'm not raw enough hah. jk. The images of crevices, slivers of light, flopping fish, alleys and meat hooks go together very well here.
one of those cases where "i really like this a lot and read it three times" doesn't really cut it. but it was worth a shot, anyway.
:)