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Born again Lover
by Shannon McEwenFlesh slides
Wetness glides
With the very tip
You flip
Your skilled tongue
Across the very edge
Of my soul
Over
And over
And over again
Until I die
Before my
reincarnation
10/14/2009 Posted on 10/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/15/09 at 02:11 PM ...ooooh quit it! i am just a man. love it, love it. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/16/09 at 07:56 PM I can't remember who said, "love makes all things new again", something very commercial I'm sure...so unlike what you have done here, your idea, seems to me, maybe only to me, to make us eager to be new again, and afterward, safe within our renewed skin. This is really lovely. Thanks. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/17/09 at 03:07 AM ok, well...it doesn't take a genius to map this trip out, but maybe to survive the road. whew...well done. so well. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/07/10 at 11:39 AM so soulful so lustful so sensual so chilling so fitting is this ode written in metaphorical ink. I love it, Shannon, Ah, to be born again. |
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