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rosysophia
Rosa Sophia
United States, PA, Telford

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Puddles

You entice me
step aside and cover up your face
the vehicles speeding by won't care
when they splash frigid water on your body
soaking all your clothes

You make my ears ring
with lustful whispers that you and I can't hear
in this tied up, bloody, scabbed world
brimming with ugliness, you surface

And you entice me; step back
step aside, take cover from the beauty
you and I can't handle lust in it's most basic form
raw, hungry passion, from the depths of our livers

Guzzle, suck down liquors 'til you can't take it anymore
I'll stand beside you, what was that I felt?
a punch against my shoulder in the dark
the world is fighting back

You made me lick my lips in hesitation
when I saw you, I shivered, faltered, tried to speak
I laughed too much, a jilting titter rising from my groin
I introduced myself and felt the tingling in my flesh

Someone once said, 'have you left him yet?'
and I told them, 'no, why would I?'
unable to answer that question myself and they inquired,
'you've dumped your intellect, so why not him as well?'

Now I question everything, again, third time, fourth?
standing by the brick wall, listening to the lilting voice
of my lustful, wanting, waiting, inner self
with you in mind, my friend

As you stand there, getting wetter
while it's raining, trucks careening by, unheeding
of the handsome man, knee-deep in muck
and there you are, just trying to stay dry.

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Dakota Comment by: Dakota - 2007-12-02 08:41
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'in this tied up, bloody, scabbed world
brimming with ugliness, you surface'

The image of this person surfacing - really got me...
Then you have this knack of revealing so much of yourself without detail -
just painting with feelings - and this movie plays in my head - and I can see it all so clearly.
'and there you are, just trying to stay dry'.
That sounds like a song to me - a drifter from Thelma and Louise, all scuptured and beautiful - unaware of the tides of your feeling, the depths of your waters... Makes me want to write a song.
I can't tell you how refreshing it is to hear from your world. Would you pass me the tequila, someone, anyone...
Min Comment by: Min - 2006-09-17 13:02
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This enticed me, drew me in. I'm impressed and want to read more.
Teri Comment by: Teri - 2006-09-15 19:38
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Great lines here. The dumped intellect and punch against your shoulder are my two favorites. Great imagery and word play. The last line is utterly fantastic.
InHizImage Comment by: InHizImage - 2006-09-15 08:58
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I agree with everyone else- this is brilliant writing.
"a punch against my shoulder in the dark
the world is fighting back" ~ my favorite line.
Yvylyn
frani Comment by: frani - 2006-09-15 02:05
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Fantastic read and excellent description of human behaviour!
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