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Like Fallen Faith
by Britt ZimmermanI am poetry,
spinning in your mind
and floating languidly through your soul
I am sound,
rolling from the tongue
of a sleeping girl
Feel me...
Soak me into your skin
where I may creep and crawl down your neck
and dance to the fluttering of your eardrums,
Where I may slide down your throat
to the pit inside your stomach
and carry with me the beat of my butterfly wings
Unstable are your knees
and trembling, your hands
as I smooth my skin
with your words
and make the world
oscillate before you
There is no real...no fantasy
I am purification,
distillation,
detoxification
bringing the smell of violets and violence
softly biting at your lips,
the nape of your neck...
the beating of your heart
Like soft slow drips of rhythm and blues
I am extensive,
incomprehensive
like fallen faith
and the pipers tune...
04/08/2003 Author's Note: hmmm cant quite find a good title for this grrrr... I hate it when I have no title that works grrrr
Posted on 04/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 04/08/03 at 03:34 PM Truly a passion to make a lover blush, this is touching Britt, great work. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/03 at 04:24 PM I like this very much. It's a pleasant departure from my own drivel these days. I agree with you about the title, in fact the word 'faith' seems out of place. I think the last line would make a better title. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/24/07 at 05:22 PM I like the fluidity and imagery here, and I agree with Chris about the last line. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/25/07 at 02:40 AM I commend your indefinable poetic self, Britt. This melancholy piece was destined to rise to the top. Congratulations on becoming The Poet Of The Day. |
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