show your bones
and i’ll jump them
funny how your fingers fit
in the grooves of my rib cage
kneecaps on hip bones
your/my mouth devours
you thrust within me
and i cling to you
with more than my arms
your slight frame never
considered manly
my slight frame never
womanly enough
your bony fingers
fit my jutting ribs
and at last i understand
we’re starved for one another
.
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Sculpted to perfection. Loved this poem!
Ooh, I loved how visceral this is, how many shapes fit together, like a complex multi planed jigsaw.
An excellent concept for a poem well executed
I really like this. It puts a new spin on the concept of being “hungry” for someone.
This is a wonderful piece of work. I am in awe of the vulnerability matched with desire you have brought into play here. Amazing stuff.
Beautifully vulnerable & honest, expressing a hunger & connection the world at large might never understand until we allow ourselves the grace to come home.
This was amazing! A very interesting take on that writing prompt. Thank you for sharing this one with me.
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Oh, I can relate all too well--not only with the nagging feeling of failure since you don't meet societal standards of womanhood, whatever that means, but with the almost spiritual, soul-bonding experience of the erotic. This is so good. You've got a new subscriber!
Oh that was fantastic, loved the idea! And so well put. Great job with this!
Nice!! How wonderfully said of them finding one another and fitting perfectly.
"This poem is a map. It's leading me to a better world. Thank you."
You know what, this was such a creative take on that prompt! I loved it!
That's really sexy ;) I didn't even know what that prompt this is, so I checked it out. I might have to give: "The wolves are howling" a try.