.
hammocked in Celsius heat
mosquitoes make love to me,
bare feet tender from kicking
graveled green glass
moonlight incites, turns tides
to nymphs’ beckoning glances
and samba sashays,
seduces sweat from the brow
and inflames the inside,
teases thirst from the throat,
afloat on and coated
in pheromones
I glide towards
prophetic [lips,
talk circles that
prosthetic hips’ sway
won’t imitate–
-till soft stupored
from lime-wedged sips and
sincerest teeth grins
from river imps,
humid body knows no reason
(not to dance)]
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Comments
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Jay
But besides that comment . . . .
WOW! Such great words with such great rhythm. The words actually seem to dance because of your use of punctuation and your choice of words. This really worked for me. It's sexy, heated, and full of images to touch each sense.
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I adopted ~djthedj and ~ wanderingjizo through ~daac, and I unofficially adopted ~ Ariga.
I am a ~phoenixproject supporter.
did you meen to give a sense of a crowded room, because that's what it gave me. very vivid image, colored by the photo above.
the more i read it the more i like
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<f3 freedom.
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<f3 freedom.
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If the best years are always ahead, then we will never see them.
Independance is a necessary thing sometimes... but so is codependance.
Those who know the past are still doomed to repeat it regardless.
Yeah, I'm a F\/<king philosopher all right.
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Ezekiel Zelias Chaos
"Woah! Look! Deja Vu!"
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there is more.
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there is more.
I'm glad you picked up on the word dance. It took a long ass time till it felt right, and I still didn't know if anyone would get it.
You're cool.
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there is more.
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