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I'll Let Your Body Speak.

by Jared Orlando

Behold these treasures
My eyes, the trickery; I have found myself, lost
Enthralled to share such a spectacle,
I am taken away to where I may be
Divided, we enclose these gaps
Leaving no spaces but to breathe
To sweat, accumulating passionate thrusts
Tamed, we make sounds as lovers do
Oh how I can not hold back.
Oh how I must hold back.
I climb upon a steeply adjusted plain
Guiding tips across a wonderous landscape
My eyes are wide shut, fluttering
The sweet sounds of windy white curtain, sheets
There are shivers amongst the heat
Machines we beat and thrust, we must
We must stay still and grasp a second...these seconds
A recline from our state on high
We dive into the depths
And drown under relaxed eyelids

04/15/2008

Author's Note: I am deeper in..love

Posted on 04/15/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 06/11/08 at 03:39 PM

"Machines we beat and thrust, we must" - i love this.

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