Mirage - Mosaic Musings...interactive poetry reviews

Mirage

Guest_Dove_*	Nov 15 03, 03:26 Post #1
Guest	Mirage Weeping sweat. Inverted asphalt. Bare feet. I lick salt from my upper lip. Warm air comes from the fan. Wet hair. Itchy skin. Dare not move. Stuck to the vinyl couch. Peel me like an apple. Unglue the clothes from my skin. Cold washcloth has gone hot. Breathing on ice cubes. Exhaustion seeps through the pores.

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Cybele View Member Profile Find Member's Posts	Nov 16 03, 04:34 Post #2
Ornate Oracle Group: Gold Member Posts: 3,660 Joined: 23-August 03 From: Somerset, England Member No.: 22 Real Name: Grace Writer of: Poetry & Prose	Good Morning I do look forward to reading your poems. They are so very individually "yours". This one is no exception. I know this feeling so well, from spending seven years in the tropics. Just one tiny thing puzzles me, Weeping sweat. Inverted asphalt. Bare feet. I lick salt from my upper lip. I don't quite understand L2. Could you explain please? Wonderful read, as usual Love Grace ·············· Love Grace http://mysite.orange.co.uk/graceingreece Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Nominate a tile for the Crown Jewels and Faery Awards today! For details, go to the Valley of the Kings! MM Award Winner