http://www.providermodule.com/forum/ Words can create a thousand pictures, submit yours en Tue, 07 Sep 2010 07:22:36 GMT vBulletin 10 http://www.providermodule.com/forum/images/misc/rss.png http://www.providermodule.com/forum/ http://www.providermodule.com/forum/showthread.php?2898-sapphic&goto=newpost Sat, 14 Aug 2010 18:35:29 GMT No title, and I'll probably work this over a bunch until I'm happier, but this is the first draft of a poem inspired by my wife and her girlfriend/lover.

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hand-mirrored desire for the familiar softness of your silhouette
i taste and imagine you, plucking fruit and to bite
tasting bursts of peach and honey as lips touch and kiss
flowers wet with morning dew

reciting sapphic verses of skin in your foreign language
that men can never understand, but always try to
you goddesses of words, twin lovers of moonlight
i invoke you, the idea of you, and all that is beyond me

for man is only half the possibilities
which makes me no less sweet, and you no less beautiful
and our love no less sure as i am the sun
but let me admire you, if only to study like art in galleries
so i may try to understand the subtleties of the moon ]]> Cringeon http://www.providermodule.com/forum/showthread.php?2898-sapphic http://www.providermodule.com/forum/showthread.php?2890-I-wrote-a-fucking-poem&goto=newpost Tue, 10 Aug 2010 05:12:46 GMT Cry until one side of the pillow is wet
Cry until the other side is wet
Get another pillow.
Repeat.

I'm out of pillows.

(the end.)

Prose or whatever.
Fuck me. ]]> Peaches http://www.providermodule.com/forum/showthread.php?2890-I-wrote-a-fucking-poem