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neXus Â- collab. with sk
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
listening to this relationship write
jetstream white scripted this in the sky,
"complication is actually sweet"
work, the clock will see your best devotions
this will be easy.
where to start?
i am green so golden
a 200 pound bodyguardscholar
climbing mountains making no tracks
crossing lines with genius
king at listening but nothing pervading
the what goes where an act
a theater
a stone path
aren't you worried?
i have been weak like this before
dancing, could you be kryptonite?
at the bar accidental touching
has gone well over legal limits
you pour you another drink and
the crowd cries
"she is alive!"
act on itch and i will persist
asking
"where can i not put my hand?"
we are in the act of easing the blind optimist up
making mistakes is nature makes mistakes
everything is true and bad things feel pretend
i will grow up if you whisper louder
pretending a smaller figure.
the mood is summer heat wave smoke
pink is a shade the writer plays with matches
ink bleeds glossed lips pouting, heavy
the sway of soft hips hypnotic you're rough treading
hands stumbling
word tripping.
mirth drenched this girl in velvet coats
wails feral from blink to blink
camcorder with fast forward raw
emotion adoring a blazing fast puzzle
long fingers, small buttons,
a technician, backwards magician.
justify passion into clay
transcribe verve to micro-cassette:
"i had intuitions you, hypnotic,
often love best with a nudge."
mold we too one how are we not slipping
and i'm asking while stepping,
who is running this show?
"spill right now" she zips it down
bursting caved under life-stones
watch me be better than I expected
kiln sealing paint i am the cup
empty feels sexy in this minute wallpaper faints away dark
unfiltered faith glues scattered thoughts
she penetrates me forehead to core
shattering
news at 11:00 i open windows doors ceilings with her skin
slide insanities passion unleashed onto quicktime flies
moviemaker scenestealer
youre a real breathtaker
devoted throats get dry
ice ski down slippery slopes swallow shining mouths
i will hold still now and here she comes in
running through the mirrors,
in reflection,
funny
no matter what i'm doing, i never feel dull
10/13/2006 Author's Note: �Cross the line.� Bayard Hora, Naexus
Posted on 10/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/13/06 at 06:50 PM it was such an honor to work on you with this. i hope everyone else likes it...it took long enough to finally finish it! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 10/14/06 at 08:03 PM Hate to be a mimic, but I have toagree with Jon and Lori- a wonderful work- the 2 of you compliment each other so well. Great read! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/15/06 at 09:19 PM What a combo! Pretty heady stuff. It sets me rather adrift in a sea of wonderful words. Nice job! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/19/06 at 04:45 PM I enjoyed this piece... well done.... well done!!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/20/06 at 04:21 AM Quite amazing! Thank you both. |
| Posted by Cristy M. on 12/13/06 at 02:53 AM i liked reading this. i enjoyed the read itself. it was very fast-paced and very visceral, i guess. |
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