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by Gira BryantOs are very fond of their Effs
you know
the way a tongue
slides into that groove
and this bit
into that, then push
back and forth
match the fit
sometimes slow and soft
is nice
but others, it's the hard
fast take, the pounding
energy of a hoarse
demand
riding roughshod through
naked fields
while the moon watches from afar
untouched and virginal
it all happens
on the brink of the
yawning gaping chasm
doesn't it?
while we teeter
on the precipice
hoping to be pushed
to fall...
into the puddle
where the Eff makes the O 11/05/2007 Posted on 11/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Gira Bryant
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/06/07 at 01:02 PM "riding roughshod through
naked fields
while the moon watches from afar"
yes.
i also really like the way 'teeter on the precipice' sounds. this poem is a striking dance of sound...it's intoxicating.
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