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smokestacked

by Scott Cadence



lying here,
the moon
reveals
details
in the darkness

bodies
undressing
shadows
young
and lucent

hands
that level valleys
right through
exploding
hearts

lips
that inkblot skin
in a quadrascope
across the scrim
of eyelids

breath
that accelerates
in a dizzy
head whip
of hair

eyes
that reach in
past nakedness
to pull out
who I really am,

congealed inside.

want
ing...


need
ing...


some
one.

10/04/2008

Posted on 10/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David Garner on 10/05/08 at 05:01 PM

beautiful images and arresting rhythm. this is my kind of poem.

Posted by Melissa Panther on 10/05/08 at 07:08 PM

I had to read this over and over...such vivid images, every line is captivating.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/06/08 at 04:20 PM

This is both simple and complex in its meaning, but well written and enjoyed reading every word for its own cadence.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 10/09/08 at 10:27 PM

Nice even the building of motion matches what this is....very nice.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/10/08 at 06:41 PM

The text and layout certainly add to the impact of the title. Well done, glad I had a chance to read this! :o)

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