three.sheets

By Six-Out

these hands.
the words they weave for her.
they're something like
waves crashing when the coast
is empty. and there's just me
and my thoughts.
forcing my hands to write her.
the best I can.

and this poetic form
of her skin.
makes me a perfectionist.
because
I refuse to let ink dry
in ways that don't
imprint her figure
the way
she dances through
my thoughts.

and this paper.
it's almost as white as her skin.
and my fingers are tapdancing
keys in ways that my lips
beg to kiss the places between
her clothes and her being.
so
I don't write love poems.

but this..
this is a poem about something
more than love.
this
is a poem about something
more than perfection.
yes this.
this is a poem about.
her.

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Published on Thursday, March 3, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "three.sheets"

On Friday, April 6, 2018, sIo (898) wrote:

Yes, she is a lucky girl.
On Tuesday, May 24, 2011, Devilish (2633) wrote:

I'm with Poe Etiquette, but I would lust to see your version of talentless and insipid...
On Thursday, May 26, 2011, Six-Out (1423) wrote:

This can quite possibly be arranged.
On Monday, March 28, 2011, Poe Etiquette (124) wrote:

so wait.. this^ piece is the work of a perfectionist under inspiration and in love?... wow. id hate to see your version of talentless vacuous and insipid
On Thursday, March 3, 2011, Corinthian (306) wrote:

very elegant Dear Jon , such beautiful calm words .. ~*
A former member wrote: to the wind... the bed and the pen... forever joined in endless metaphor.... the anaphora at the end of this was momentous, such austere poise and nobility... the tone, searching, a level of sincerity that engulfs the reader.... beyond love poems, indeed. Welcome back, and it's about damn time. Thank you.
On Thursday, March 3, 2011, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

my gods.... this is exquisite....