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The Skin's Song
by Jared OrlandoQuivering lips start the engines
Of two slow moving machines
Igniting a nervous warmth over
Well lubricated skin and darting eyes
Breath and breathless seconds
Machines become machine, he holds back
Being granted access to the deepest parts
He gives in and holds his tongue
As red lines appear, they are shedding
Drowning and wanting and touching
He knows her body by memory
She's a woman tonight; they share
He is reaching enlightenment; he will let go
They hold on while psychedelia paints the ceiling
She tightens, grabs, sighs, caresses
There is only one in the mirror 01/21/2009 Posted on 01/21/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/21/09 at 10:33 PM Another great closing line, and it helps that line considerably that you're good at moving us towards it with the rest of the piece. Another good one. |
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