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my fingers are wind -like and sewing themselves across you
by Wendy Gealthe stars have fallen out of their little sockets
crashing down like twisted rubble-wire and burnt black as night
my spiraling pain combusts with each spark
star-grieving and tastless
your lips trancing my scars, making them breed, star-rash
spreading all across the sky of me
twinkle-twinkling, little passion tales,
whispering wishes in my ears
my fingers are wind -like and sewing themselves across you
and skin, ever-warm and in love with your words
i am lying-- wept with sickness,
blasting them louder-loud inside my drunken head
waking up and out of each neurotic dream
03/18/2004 Author's Note: erotomaniac
Posted on 03/19/2004
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Geal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/20/04 at 06:06 PM Interesting poem, You have some really creative lines "star-rash
spreading all across the sky of me" Really powerful image.
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| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/21/04 at 01:19 AM This was just an association, came alive in your dream.But well, this can be part of the process of 'waking up and out of each neurotic dream'. Writing is. |
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