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barbsdad2003
Sep 12, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Huh?

 

An index fingernail taps

Porcelain, truculent

 

Systemic evanescent;

 

A scent twists violent

With a blue-purple candle’s light;

 

The momentary darts downhill

Slim-brown, blurred breathless;

 

Dry wine bleeds

Quite curious …

 

And, surprised,

She whispers keen contingent,

 

Oval plangent,

Blushing lips conforming tense:

 

"Huh?"

 

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Conect11

18 years 8 months ago

sultry

smoky, and smooth. I would love to hear that you wrote this in red ink, and I do not know why. But I know what I like, and I like this. Mark W.
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Quillsvein1

18 years 7 months ago

you

have an incredible command of language--this poem makes you hear, sound, and taste wine all at the same time. you seem able to paint with what you write, in this odd way. excellent job!
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barbsdad2003

18 years 7 months ago

Thanx

The comments here, these three especially, enrich my life. Thank you. Yours, Chuck