This Poem was Submitted By: Doug Shy On Date: 2001-12-29 03:52:10 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Porcelain

She's a Girl with new dishes that fit her becoming a woman i find myself proximate to (porcelain               i'm atop her with                heat near her belly               and eyes that shade               uncertain feelings) Who is my Which  under new person skin lies and sheds all the gawkish unstretching amazement around it she names it it's funny (and porcelain               all i can think about               white valleyed reasons               that curve and persuade me               my hands to her softness) Some Doorman a hat tips and naked we stutter and smiling acknowledge the portent his presence a nod to the strange unmechanical nature a bow to the oddness uncomfort of this (while the porcelain               warm turbid water seeps               in through the retinas               quickly detaching and               floating becomes all sensation               invades all my limbs               down and backwards               your ravenous hunger               it fetches me, drawing,               affords me one breath               we embrace) While it Floats drifting off at a distance becomes an irreverent aside, hey they march with no orders and sink (melting porcelain               great churning sea)

Copyright © December 2001 Doug Shy


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