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like an old leather chair
By disposable
the fullness of your lips
i've come to know
i know of their pressure
-their shape
i have yet to see a more perfect line
than the one which defines your back
and crosses to make a holy place
with the graceful curve of your shoulder blades
i do not want to get to know another
i desire not for different skin
for the smooth breadth of you has come to be
worn to love's petina
by the natural oils from my hand
i desire not
for a new face to breathe on mine
while sleeping
for the shades and shapes and hues
of your face
are of magic in the moonlight
and even though our hands don't fit
and we are opposite sides of the puzzle
i do not wish to know another
-because you are worn
you are smooth
you are sewn into the soul of me
and i could not take
something new
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© 2008 disposable
Published on Monday, December 29, 2008.
Filed under:
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Comments on "like an old leather chair"
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A former member wrote:
"because you are worn
you are smooth
you are sewn into the soul of me" Damn.
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A former member wrote:
Indeed you sound like a keeper,..i trust he appreciates the breath that pores from your skin,..perhaps you can twist his arm to do a 'response work'..well done.
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On Tuesday, December 30, 2008, Ashteroth
(190)
wrote:
This was a pleasant find. Well worded and a great sentiment.
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On Tuesday, December 30, 2008, CorruptedLittleGirl
(243) wrote:
Man, this reminds me of my last relationship (of four years), and the things my ex-boyfriend would say to me. Although I kept it from him (because I do want to move on), I partly share this feeling. There is something beautiful about growing accustomed to a lover. Something hard to let go of.
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