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Fleeting Fantasy (Free verse) by Sawa

Unraveled resistance And disappearing clothes Skin kneaded with warm hands Thighs beneath fingers shaped Into melting handfuls of flesh Arms bound in tight embrace Worldly taste of your ruby lips Promises mended with begging gasps Knife from my back extracted and Trembling with the power of action I use your slick stomach as a sheath Burying finality where it belongs You've come back to me

<~> 23-Mar-03/8:03 PM
well, what a nice little can of worms you have here.
it's bitter withour being brutal; it uses a cliche here and there, but upends them.

but, somehow, i wanted you to act. you're still a victim, in this piece. stab, or walk, or something!

returning is no panacea: the poem, it dies.




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