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A Poem by ChemicalMadness

sweat 
it surrounds
and covers somehow

soft
in the down
of our feather flushed
sound 

warm
such blanket
fingers
and throw pillow
hearts
beat against 
thoughts
and pull us 
under

parted gently
your drapes     
welcome my carpet-burn
wonder
till my fingers find
home
and soft, trace our
hunger

our rooms
rearranged
neither heart asking 
how

nothing left
on the hardwood
floor of us
now

© 2014 ChemicalMadness



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you, silver tongued devil, you. So few words could say more, love your poetry when it's so soft and inviting, those wings are humming in this, girls be swooning, nice. Love it when you are nice.

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

i thought i was always nice, no? d****t ;)

Thanks, C.
Corset

3 Years Ago

you are :) welcome.
loved the assonance in this...first couple of stanzas were just really pleasing to read aloud..and your rhymes flow not force..that's a good skill..yeah you've got rhythm ;)

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

wait, what'd you call me?! ;)

Kidding. Thanks so much for the compliments. I can da.. read more
a Brilliant poem.. Something tells me that you are good at rearranging furniture. ;)
I enjoyed the subtle titillation in your words, it definitely stirred some heat while reading this.
Stunning!

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

Thanks,Q....I"ve been known to move a couch or two :)

CM.
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Kinda makes me in the mood to do some...decorating. Loved the metaphors here, sensual with a hint of that carnal passion that brings us to the end of ourselves. Very nice.... truly enjoyed each intoxicating line.

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

glad you enjoyed, K!
CM.
damn this is a beautifully carried through metaphor...4th stanza incredible..
"welcome my carpet-burn/ wonder/ till my fingers find/ home"

i wish i had written that...and then the ending..."nothing left/on the hardwood/floor of us/now?

the sweat that surrounds us in the heat of passion...i like the "rooms rearranged"
like our motions totally displaced in a good way...

fascinating way you use words, my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

thanks, Jacob....funny, this one almost never made the light of day....glad you enjoyed

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jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

so glad you did not throw this one away...glad it saw the light..it is a really good piece.

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Hopefully you find something in some of my words here...If not, there is beauty in the music (which is not mine, clearly). Listen....always listen. more..

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