poemranker ::It's really hard to know what to speak to him. by fevriere

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Free verse № 110984

It's really hard to know what to speak to him.

by fevriere

Member since 2004 · Posted 25 Aug 2004 · 3 comments

How hollow a mouth: like hooves that sound, like coconut shells, like drinking roots. Pluck at me, guitar-boy-fingers, linger, more sultry than the moon and lower and closer; dipped like violet lips against the sunken sips of lullaby snippets. Sing that neon-lit trip, sing sing that ankle-bone moon down. I love you, I love you, Ok or not, Je t'aime.

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A favorite of Plaidypus, SupremeDreamer.

3 comments

[10] SupremeDreamer 25-Aug-04/6:50 AM Reply
Well, mes petite, you've impressed me. Think this is probly the best I've seen from you, in my opinion. Ten. And it's on the ole favorite list.
[9] Dovina 25-Aug-04/5:23 PM Reply
"Pluck at me, guitar-boy-fingers," good line. Sing to me, love it.
[n/a] fevriere › Dovina 30-Aug-04/2:43 AM Reply
You know, I wasn't so sure about it myself. It's traditional cheese.