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Make love to me like..
by Bob ArcaniaYou, you, make love to me like you.
Like there are thistles beneath our skin
which crave each other only in the way
our neighborhood once craved cracked
summers and hopscotch and wet sidewalks.
You, you!
Make love to me like Im not asking you to.
Like I am not drunk at this moment and like
this is not the only way I would talk to you.
(like I wouldn't stumble against your body
and forget every move your skin made come
morning and I'm starting to think it's
the sun which is jealous and not your old lover)
Not after everything thats happened
that would be foolish of me to say the most
of you, you I would want more
if we werent young and dumb and brilliant.
Watch me radiate.
I am your finger pricks,
your beautiful dick, dont I glow so?
05/27/2007 Posted on 05/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/27/07 at 04:38 PM Watch me radiate is a great line |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 09/02/07 at 06:59 PM your style in this poem reminds me of something else. something i've craved before. this is loved also. |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 03/02/08 at 07:15 PM wow! forgive me if I fall in love too quickly. I have been wandering around your library all morning and there are so many images and words that I want to bathe in... this poem in particular. drop me a line and say hello... always good to meet new friends |
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