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(cocaine / sex)
i can taste taste taste you/
bitter gums and stony teeth/
i could see you without my eyes/
and you would still be beneath
my skin/ below my ego/
i can taste taste taste you/
the way you crushed my lips
against your chestbone/ and
the feel of you at the back
of my throat/ pushing behind
my eyes/ pulse in my ears
drowns out the bass-line of your
tears/ suffocate on your rhythm/
your touch/ the way you beg beg beg
me to stay/ am i breathing/ am i
here/ is that your skin/ your sex/
your hands/ your death against me/
i can taste taste taste you/
and everytime you made me bleed/
made me scream/ torn apart/
the beauty of us was never real/
was never ours/ and i lost my
footing/ mind/ in your shadow/
sweet rapture and cleared heads/
i can tell you anything/ confess/
cold press of metal/ palm on glass/
flesh bleeds black/ knock back/
fresh glass/ i can taste taste
taste you/ every pore hungry/
transparent morning moon/ caress/
always an option/ watch me fail/
i can taste taste taste you
bitter gums and stony teeth/
i could see you without my eyes/
and you would still be beneath
my skin/ below my ego/
i can taste taste taste you/
the way you crushed my lips
against your chestbone/ and
the feel of you at the back
of my throat/ pushing behind
my eyes/ pulse in my ears
drowns out the bass-line of your
tears/ suffocate on your rhythm/
your touch/ the way you beg beg beg
me to stay/ am i breathing/ am i
here/ is that your skin/ your sex/
your hands/ your death against me/
i can taste taste taste you/
and everytime you made me bleed/
made me scream/ torn apart/
the beauty of us was never real/
was never ours/ and i lost my
footing/ mind/ in your shadow/
sweet rapture and cleared heads/
i can tell you anything/ confess/
cold press of metal/ palm on glass/
flesh bleeds black/ knock back/
fresh glass/ i can taste taste
taste you/ every pore hungry/
transparent morning moon/ caress/
always an option/ watch me fail/
i can taste taste taste you
Rene' on Feb. 27 2008 edit · delete Without the / marks this would read so very fast; just like sex on cocaine would transpire. I like the rhythm and wonder if the slashes were intended for line breaks. I love the feel of the frantic frenetic energy in this.
----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?
ShanV on Feb. 29 2008 edit · delete I was just thinking today about you and wishing I could read your poetry again. WISH GRANTED. This poem is sexy, and I love the last three lines. (I will taste you anyday..)
