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in the wake of dreams

by Laura Doom

her hand on my heart
measuring palpitations
my heart in her mouth
pressure propounds the need
to wake from sleepless dreams

08/09/2004

Posted on 08/09/2004
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/09/04 at 01:58 PM

very simple, just enough to said to express everything wonderfully

Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/09/04 at 11:45 PM

It's a sudden tactile verse that leaves the reader's pulse pounding. A burst of adrenaline with an after-taste of frustration. Great read.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/10/04 at 10:12 PM

Great start Laura. Left my heart beating for more.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/11/04 at 11:44 AM

think how difficult the journey for the heart to be in her mouth seeking expression. now if only it had frogs feet, it could leap from such cushionly lips into ponds to make splash or make rings and I could just hear the heart orator say to pond denizens, I've heard of the delicacy of frog's feet but have yea frog ears to hear? a provoker you've weaved here Laura.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/14/04 at 02:41 AM

i think the last line is the weakest. but it's also, like... longing. that's the feeling behind it. are you going to add more, or keep it just one stanza?

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