Is never impossible.


Speaking Braille.

I feel
Cold fingers fiddling with
Silver buttons
Crisp
Fumbling over glass bottles
Of chocolate liquer, you said
You would never touch
But your throat welcomed openly
And you tasted like
Sweet apples and
Alcohol
Red-cheeked, close-eyed
Tangled by your need
for me
Drowning absently in
pools of thick, too-sweet drink,
Blinded and feeling your way with
fingers on
silver buttons, like
primitive braille
So I spoke in dots:
and I said "Hello, world,
we are

alone."




Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 17:20

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Christian Ward
Absolutely brilliant. Your imagery is beautiful and insanely great, like your imagination.

I love the line:

'Blinded and feeling your way with
fingers on
silver buttons, like
primitive braille'

OUTSTANDING

:D
2006-05-01


Teala
Wow, very sensual...chilling.
2006-04-10


Veld Cooper
Silky smooth, tastefully erotic and a wonderful challenge to the senses as one explores the lines. Great work!
2006-04-09


SlipThruCracks
Silver and chocolate -- perfect combination.
2006-04-08


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I am too tired to appreciate this fully but i instinctively feel this is very good. Fantastic images.
2006-04-08


Zoya Zaidi
Wow! You have done it again!
Dear inked, a masterpiece with a lot of sensitive, liltingly musical, caressingly sensuous ting to it!
Excellent!
((((Hugs & love)))
xxx, Zoya
2006-04-07


Jon Hanover
Very deep very subtle very erotic. Very good as well.
2006-04-07