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Die Stimme, die schreit, kann nicht Ihr Herz haben

Poetry By: Ken Simm

The Voice that talks cannot have your heart.

Submitted:Jul 27, 2008    Reads: 138    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The wetness that cleaves

To a hole in your heart

The substance that stands

On its own

The fires that then build

In correction distilled

Are reactions to falling apart

This flight of these senses

With sensation anointed

Mined deep in the souls

Largest part

Come with me wrapped clean

Nude limb and sweat sheen

incomplete before this a

false start

breath me in through your thighs

with salt liquid your cries

temptation in vaults come apart

flowing wet caress love

decline push neither shove

where emotion rise affairs jointed caught

pause for joy in this scream

push point into this dream

the flower lip erupt from the dark

its petals expand

at rough usage command

with your lover entwined through the heart


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