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There's radiant flesh in the palm of my hand
The juice on my lips it flows on demand
I have weakened knees that I barely can stand
Sensations soaring loftily from flames, softly fanned

Strands of fragrance, they hair-brush my face
Fingertips on my ears, they manage my pace
The pleasures of three for my 5am Grace
A high so below brings me back to this place

Who's knowing who? Who's giving? Who takes?
Stumbling through knowledge with fumbling mistakes
Accidents connect us, our confidence shakes
And entrance is granted with bodily quakes

Surrender your arms! Render obsolete
actions defensive with hands and with feet
Resistance is fertile if you welcome defeat
Yet empty is the yielding that won't compete

Fight with me, damn it! Hold fast your frame
Wrap 'round this living, let grasping proclaim
that to circumvent death and to give this a name
is to look back on lust from the life it became.

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The following comments are for "Sweet Dreams"
by Tamir

I liked your poem very much. It had a nice flowing sensuality to it. I hope you develop this into a longer poem one day I didn't want to stop reading it! Way to go! Regards, Gale

( Posted by: Gale [Member] On: February 19, 2009 )

OK, Gale

But only 'cause you fought me for it :)

( Posted by: Tamir [Member] On: February 20, 2009 )

@To Battle
Dear Tamir: Well I'm happy to have fought & won in this case as you've done great justice in extending your poem with rapier wit, style and your poetic heart. Now the Dream seems real, thank you for completing it, BRAVO! Sincerely, Gale.

( Posted by: Gale [Member] On: February 20, 2009 )

Love the rhythm and the gives the poem a flow that carries one along. Very, very witty. Some of my favorite lines are "Resistance is fertile if you welcome defeat" and "Stumbling through knowledge with fumbling mistakes".

( Posted by: Eldros [Member] On: February 25, 2009 )

Gale and Jeff, for the kind words. I search for myself and find this kind of stuff. But I'm not disappointed nor have i lost hope. I grope, yet, for that meaningless substance, that mothering of ways, and almost confident I will find her again, soon.

( Posted by: Tamir [Member] On: February 26, 2009 )

Just good - thats all - just a good poem. Thanks

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: February 26, 2009 )

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