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it could be a sex thing
by Olivia Weinkeini don't mind the curtains you pull down before your eyes
because i recognize the madness, the sadness, the insistent
smell of sex
in a dark room, in a cold room, you know
that place i lost my head i could
crawl into your bed in a heartbeat in a drumbeat
in the space in place of the words we should
have said instead.
i am open, opened, opening to all of the
possibilities
i will break you down slowly
you can count on that.
10/03/2007 Posted on 10/03/2007
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/03/07 at 08:01 AM Yep, it sounds like this guy's head is in for it! Another fun but a bit more left to the imagination. Nice. |
| Posted by Aaron Michael on 10/29/07 at 06:07 PM this is cutting. hot knife through skin cutting. nice.
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