Friday, 8 October 2010

Winter Looks

Wednesday 6th October 2010, A. Palmer

Through a window of steam and moaning punctures,
A tangle of rushing blood in stolen junctures
Writhes as though snared on tenterhooks.
Far from familiar, gentler fucks,
They forget their own and one another's
And bury deep in roles of moonlit lovers.
As a foreign pang of pleasure flunctures
With a rising guilt they work to smother,
They're safe for now- no one but Winter looks.




7 comments:

  1. An intriguing piece with a nice flow. Well penned.

    Anita.

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  2. Interesting piece, very steamy.

    (Although I'm not sure what "flunctures" means)

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  3. cold and passionnatly hot, great balance, excellent

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  4. Strong winter-centric/intimacy themed work. The third of 'favorite poems read this week' - follows, list number-wise: Jean-Michel (#52) and Talon (#53). . . be aware that I've read every prior poem on the this week's list, so. . . wow-worthy work, on your part. :)

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  5. This is excellent--I love alliteration, especially with the F word ;) Seriously, excellent rhythm and flow.

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  6. Dear Arron

    Great one.. and with F word.. it becomes more interesting.. and imaginative...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  7. The stark cold of winter overseeing the hot passion of lovers, nice creativity.

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