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Whitmanesque #1 Whitmanesque #1 - by Eagle Bear to trace the road map buried in the folds of my body inhalingmyscent like a drug I want you to loafe there and leave your inward stroke
as your big hand wraps around slides up to the top, cradles my head and returns to its root my hands shall lead your head
what the thought of you brings up from the sub-oceanic mountain lusts that make ripcurrents move
go as far into me as you want and watch me suffer while you make...me...wait. I shall take this energy and flood my body with your eyes
every last moment possible when I am right at the jump make me come like a bee your face will be soaked
walk away in a daze memory of miniature oceans looking back at me gratefully
that lead to the tip of the arrow point of time
shoot me over the moon burn me into the sun arrow me through the clouds
dribble me down into this volcano as big steam plumes mushroom up the sky to hide your face
away from starving hysterical naked away from four skinny trees planted by the city away from the everyday things that kill slowly. We
are the strength of four skinny trees are the wisdom of Esperanza's hips, her name are the adventure of pork katsu delivered in a rainstorm sparkles in your lips as they quiver as they plead with their captor for one solid wall of love to crash down crash into, bring down all, all on top of the world | |
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Beautiful | |
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Thank you. | |
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Intense and powerful. | |
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Yep. I was definitely feeling some type of way when I wrote it. If you saw the whole version...I was on a write like Whitman kick after doing a creative project for an English lit class--only project I got a perfect score on in the class outside of a textual analysis. | |
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