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Best Before:

March 29, 2018
By ChaliceinWonderland GOLD, Oxford, Other
ChaliceinWonderland GOLD, Oxford, Other
10 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"O' vase of acid, it is love you are full of; you know who you hate." - Lesbos, Sylvia Plath

I long for the cool, graceful arc of a collarbone,

Sweeping beneath my chin and shoulders, framing my neck. I desire the gentle jutting of ribs,

Spanning maps across the stretched out skin of my chest.


Instead, the solemn bulk of my stomach hangs low in the sky

Subtracts me from summer

As restless clouds pass by.


I pray for the peninsular curve of the knee

That embraces an ivory column and detracts from girth

I imagine your hands traversing the lengths

As we exceed all boundaries in a sunset of mirth.


But quietly, the greedy monster grows

Sets fire to my hair

And day-by-day engulfs my bones.


I long for the poster girls to long for me

To watch me linger the long way home;

They’ll caress my flesh with their sleight of hand

For every other man to see.


But am I not like them, instead

I dither in fridges, shelves, the belly race

Feed my wide mouth with memories

That have long since passed their sell by date.

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Cecil BRONZE said...
on Apr. 9 2018 at 6:31 pm
Cecil BRONZE, Fort Wayne, Indiana
3 articles 7 photos 26 comments
Love the sensory imagery, my favourite line is, "the peninsular curve of the knee"