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Like Fallen Faith

by Britt Zimmerman

I 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,
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,
like fallen faith
and the pipers tune...


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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