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Surrender
It’s soft to the touch
That first romance
Caressed slowly and with much more than a glance
The hairs stand gently, they move with my hand
Brushing gradually and the feelings enhanced
Open and flowing
Slippery, gliding in with a flowing red
That flash of pain
Gone but not dead
Rushing and then gushing
Down my arm
This feeling has fled
Replaced with unannounced tamed dread
Clearly found
Adrenaline that has yet to be fed
Running throughout
Spiraling myself
Unaware self-conscious
Subliminal times ten
Illusion of myself
One and the same
Escape and release, again and again
Unabated surrender
My soul leaves
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| thanks for giving this a read, i wonder? what subject is it you could be refering to? this poem has two, but i've found people tend to pull towards one and miss the other, just based more on personal experiences than on reading the piece. this started out as an experiment to see if i could join too different subject matters into one piece, to show how they are connected, and it ended up better than i first imagined. send me a message or something with your thoughts, i'd love to talk to you more. Patrick. |
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| I have a couple of pieces on this very subject, but never did I eloquently word this delicate & difficult situation as did you. Very nice work. |
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