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Blowin Bubbles

Posted to Action Poetry




in the wind
and
catchin my own
breath,

watchin the tide
rush in
to send
shivers up
my sleeves
a genre i never
saw before

turning away from
beauty
but welcome back
the free fallin
ways

ah
hella good

lift me off
my feet and
cause
fantasied
clockwork
tearin away
stickered
climax
to feel
to feel
speed

adrenaline
i've always
craved
baby it fits
fits gumshoe
philosophy

wrappin away
and hangin in
closets
hangers stuck up
my back

layin listless
wonderin when
sex will
surpass my
ecstasy