Surfaces

Carefully I deal with you, my love

because I do not deserve constancy.

In the now & you, you belittle per centre of lust

you feed & devide within flesh, in my otherwise

& then give me pleasure, oh mine, wish—oh never!

Time here & gone, the bold spirit of locals & hepcats

most of it will find us; to winnow on surfaces—at her behest.

Behold thy servant!

Here the skill nicely smiled.

Oh, smilingly happy.

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Published on Monday, January 28, 2013. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Poem 5 - Book 4 of 15 - Flower of Desert (Love Poems) -

Comments on "Surfaces"

On Monday, January 28, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

I have spent an age reading and re reading as I found it fascinating to unpack and unload these carefully picked lines and their syntax ........ You Know it will probably go know where but for now you are quite enjoying it even though you know It's not a permanent thing. (Plenty more fish in the sea.) happy to enjoy because the sex is damn good! Oh if I got it all wrong, I still had tons of fun
On Tuesday, January 29, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

I think you've cracked it, as always ... so just like you've cracked me since a long time ... what would this page only without this witch!!? :)
On Monday, January 28, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

No where ! Not Know where? ( as I have not a clue)
On Tuesday, January 29, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

............................... :-)
A former member wrote: makes my heart smile in recognition. rejoice even as you suffer its afflictions. beautiful, this.
On Monday, January 28, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Thanks, thanks a lot ... your praises & comments make my heart & face smile ... anytime ... Sososo ... yeah? My suffering rejoices you!? Hm, the daily normal sadism & masochism of poets (& critics) ... I seem to recall ... ;)