My Perfect Lover
His voice will leave millipede tracks up my spine, curl round my breasts, hang in a necklace of long vowels...
My Perfect Lover
His voice will leave millipede tracks
up my spine, curl round my breasts,
hang in a necklace of long vowels.
I will bite off final consonants,
nibble his syllables from both ends
until sound explodes on my tongue.
And when he leaves, as lovers do,
his words will linger inside,
echoing the beat of my heart.
Sarah James
This poem was chosen for publication as writelink resources (paid for) monthly poem (on the theme of love) in February 2008.
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Comment from: Beccy [Visitor] 
This brings a whole new side of you to light! I'm not sure I wanted to have those images of you in my mind, eeewww! No seriously what a fantastic way of bringing (as a non writer person) what is to me a boring and completely unromantic topic into the sensual!
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27/02/08 @ 18:53
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] · http://www.milltech-systems.co.uk
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Thanks, sis! Yes, I think Dad was a little lost for words too!
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27/02/08 @ 20:21