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The Ice Cutters,1911,Natalia Goncharova

dial me up 

darling

warm me
with stories 
spoken 
red hot

in your mother tongue

every word

a pearl

a flight path
 
strung out
 
and held over

flickers of desire

i close my eyes

slowly melting 
sinking
into your words

i let go

then glide

© 2013-Rene

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  1. LoxlyDecember 18, 2013 at 10:59 PM

    Ative, visual. Delightful.

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  2. HelenDecember 19, 2013 at 11:22 AM

    Happy Holidays, Rene!!

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  3. 21 WitsDecember 19, 2013 at 11:51 AM

    Oh yes, I am gliding through the joy too! Nice poem!

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  4. Irish GumboDecember 22, 2013 at 7:55 PM

    Yes, that. I wish I had written it, damn you. Don't stop writing stuff like this one.

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  5. Indigo RothDecember 23, 2013 at 8:07 AM

    Damn, this is sexy. Nicely done Rene. HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Indigo x

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