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I Play Dead

by Wendy Geal

the brawling unsettling of our nerves shuts me out.
i hear them spiraling round inside suspending themselves.
my breath, stillborn. i am not myself.
your kiss, an electric wet, you and i
a menagerie.
we breed, touch like fireflies
aching against the dark, again & again
an exposition we are, you stirred me about
two brusises blackening themselves out
i turn like haze over your ivory clouds,
an obscure burst you scratch out
with your lying hush-hushing until the lights
make themselves gone, and you and i
coil ourselves in perfect erotic sequence
i am your fix.


Posted on 12/07/2004
Copyright © 2020 Wendy Geal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/07/04 at 07:11 AM

Wendy, I love this...sensual, erotic, and totally terrific! I love the interplay of words and images.

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