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Christina Turns Your Lust Into Art
by Aaron BlairShe makes poems from body parts,
smudge of ink, smear of thigh.
She sees hands on knees in the
constellations, stars constructing
elaborate shapes that resemble
two bodies coming together, sex
riding high up in the night sky.
With words she paints a picture
of your face against the back of her
neck. She turns your lust into art. 12/31/2003 Author's Note: This makes two that I've written about her and none that she's written about me. Where's the justice?
Posted on 01/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 01/01/04 at 03:08 AM No justice, just love. "Smear of thigh" Damn, *I* should have used that. Thank you. |
| Posted by Vikki Owens on 01/03/04 at 02:46 AM i like... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/03/04 at 03:38 AM Nice tribute. Provocative imagery that snags the reader's attention and keeps it. Great read. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/27/04 at 05:18 PM killer. *lifts her glass to both of them.* |
| Posted by Amy Wustrin on 06/24/05 at 05:55 AM i love this. you capture her well. =) |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 10/11/09 at 11:44 PM rereading this. $#%@ yeah! |
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