11.11.2018

Night Descent


My belly

rockets for the ceiling
as though hung by the moon

towing the rest of me
hips and shoulders limp
fingers brushing the floor


Playing with the CHERITA in the Imaginary Garden!

12 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, I enjoyed your cherita. I really enjoyed participating in the poem challenge, Marian.

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  2. Now I'm trying to imagine this walking with fingertops brushing the floor.

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  3. ah, what an image, to be pulled from the core, the center up, and hanging limp, like a rag doll, fingers brushing the floor ... stunning for it!

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  4. What a fantastic image! Such a clever write. I particularly loved those fingers brushing the floor. :-)

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  5. It must have been a hell of something to bring such a reaction. Powerful emotion packed in just a few words.

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  6. I find this incredibly erotic, though you could have been going for something else.

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  7. I also found your poem beautifully erotic ..... wanting that feeling as well.

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  8. Wow! I wasn't too sure if this was a scene from the Exorcist of erotica....either way, my attention is arrested by this contortion! :)

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  9. You had me sucked in with the first sentence. Now I want to know what happened!!! Great write!

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