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Gimme More

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali via Magpie Tales



I'll dip you
over the
edge
of the universe

breathless
then stare you
down
like Brando

catching then
dropping
you in time
enough to fall

clinging
breaking free
then chasing you
down

hiding
in chains
a fugitive
on the run

seeking
willing
to give it all
up

you're nothing
more than
a shiny 
thing

glistening
after the tango
as i leave
hungry

heart
of a hunter
forever wanting
more

© 2013 - Rene

Comments

  1. If Brando stared me down...I would fall...

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  2. oh not fun at all...getting us all worked up and then dropping us like a cold fish...how fair is that? smiles....

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    1. she's got it, yeah baby she's got it...im your venus, im your fire....just thought i would share that ear worm with you....smiles.

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  3. Extending a line on the one hand and playing hard to get on the other.Isn't that fun! Nicely Rene!

    Hank

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  4. Beautiful ,Rene, reminds me of Orpheus and Eurydice .

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  5. I hate it when that happens. But I love how you write about it Rene. Great write!

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  6. Well done.

    And your last two words are the same as mine.

    Great minds, I guess.

    =)

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  7. ...like Brando. Just a classic line!

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  8. These are the ones I pick, alright.

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  9. And that's the way to leave them... always wanting more, two steps short of satiety.Oh yes. This will keep 'em coming back, or wishing that they could.

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  10. A game in a dance it seems. The words seem to read in a waltz type of rhythm. Interesting and much enjoyed.

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  11. The rise and fall of the dance...and then the music ends. A life story told in 3/4 time and fine verse.

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  12. I've said it many times. It's the reason I read you. You are the most sensuous poet I know of.

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