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Your glacier-blue eyes were oddly warm and
Soft
As you painted keen welts down my spine and across my pelvis,
Your lips marking the supple parts of me so they matched
The fingerprint-bruises blooming like constellations across clavicles and scapulas and ribs.

Your breath was oddly warm and
Heavy
As it skittered across my skin and sent my heart skipping and stuttering.
©2009 ~znesnoc
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bruises are more permanent than promises.

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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Are they love-bruises or hurt-bruises? I'm inclined to think the latter because of the comment...but I'm not sure. I like it a lot, just curious if I interpreted correctly.

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I am deeply honored to be featured by you. Your work is richly textured and detailed and I always look forward to reading it. Thank you, sir.

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
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Is there a difference?

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
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Well, I think so. I mean, you can have bruises from having a good time...and then there are the kind that are abusive.

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Breathe in the Night's Fire and Dance to Rhythms of Broken Poetry...
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I agree with the other question...there's an indication of betrayal. Personally I love bruises, however I get them. But bruises from a lover (note the use of the word, containing 'love';) are something darker and better.

I really like this.

- S.H.

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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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Thank you. I prefer to leave this up to peoples' interpretation. :P

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
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This poem reminds me of Blake's 'The Sick Rose' - you might want to look it up and take a look.

This poem is suggestive of a relationship that is both passionate and destructive - this feeling is especially enhanced by the last line, where the stuttering heart may be interpreted as either sexual excitement or fear of more abuse, or a curious mixture of both. It seems to me that you captured the link between violence and eroticism in this poem.

Well done, I like this poem very much :)

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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

J. Keats
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Thank you for your observations and compliments. Now I'm going to look up that Blake poem!

Also, I like your Keats quote, even though I don't agree with his sentiment.

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow

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