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The smoke of your words slips over my tongue
I roll the bite against my palate, burrowing the blades
of each letter between my teeth, savouring the ravages
As the air sheds the break of your footsteps.

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caffienekitty
Nov. 23rd, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
That is amazing. The levels of possible interpretation are astounding, and they conflict, and that adds so much to the tension having that conflict intrinsic to the poem, so the feeling of tension carries through to the reader. It's not a comfortable poem, but the best poems never are.

Gorgeous stuff. Very well done. :-)
ciaranbochna
Nov. 24th, 2011 02:50 am (UTC)
My brother once told me that all of my writing is about the absence of things. I think he is right about that.

I write odd things when I have a headache at work (and there is a simple explanation behind the poem, but that would be boring;) I actually removed a line because I knew it had to end there.

And yes, in other words, I have no idea how to respond to your comment;) I am glad that you enjoyed it that much though, just baffled..lol
caffienekitty
Nov. 24th, 2011 06:14 am (UTC)
It's simple. You're brilliant. *smishes you*
ciaranbochna
Nov. 24th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
I had to laugh at that, and snort. *smishes*
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