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Rae
Tawny Christine
United States, South Carolina

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Deep Exploration Amid a Lunar Full

So sensitive on the tips,
A pleasure for the fingers,
Growth and rise to be patterned, followed
By graceful downfall
As delightful as the sea'¦

Contented at a lack of response,
Lending more time for speculation,
Analysis of the situation-
The issue at hand

The rhythmic movement is
But inexpensive therapy,
A tool in hypnosis,
A gathering of life to
Make me speechless.

Soft grazes on delicate strands,
Leading to eyelids,
Lips,
And cheeks so flushed from stimulation'¦
Kisses bruising with roughness,
While
Mitigation of pain is left behind'¦

Thin, protruding collar bones,
Handsome apple and sculptured chest-
A concept of firm to be envious of'¦

Keeping aware of the aroused status,
Data gathered is devoted to memory.
Quickly saved,
Stored away safety in
Explorations.

As a smile forms- termination
Until the next arrival of the moon.

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ShatteredDreamer Comment by: ShatteredDreamer - 2007-01-20 11:56
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Combination of roughness and sensuality. It flowed really well, and you had some wonderful usage of language, which made the words bungee-jump right off the page.
Comment by: - 2005-04-04 08:43
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There's a real conflict between body and the impulse to intellectualise the moment in this poem. In the end it seems to be the intellectual that wins, that at the point of max arousal the experience is translated into computer terms. Climax is burned to disc because that's safe, secure. There is a lot of pain, a lot of withdrawing from the moment in this poem. The immediate sensuality described in words for everyday body-parts dissolves into technical language: she becomes a robot, pulling her humanity out of the moment.

It's kind of scary, I think.

I'm not sure about the ending. This is only the second of your poems I've read, but they both end with a kind of tentative smile - maybe a secret smile, that everything is still held in, that nothing has been given away, nothing a´has been lost.

You cna see when a dancer isn't committing herself to the moment. It's like not believing in your body. And the dance is kind of empty. Is that the ending here?
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