Kink

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Kink" presents a vivid exploration of intense, perhaps destructive, passion. The use of strong, visceral imagery, such as "Bloody nails down your back," and "Cold steel to my throat," effectively conveys the raw and violent nature of the relationship described.

However, there are areas that could be improved. The transition from the first to the second stanza is abrupt and may benefit from a smoother connection. The first stanza introduces the theme of love turning into hate, but the second stanza immediately jumps into the physicality of the relationship without any transition.

Additionally, the last stanza could be more cohesive with the rest of the poem. The phrase "You're a special kind of lover" seems to contradict the violent imagery used previously. If the intention is to convey a sense of irony or complexity in the relationship, it might be helpful to provide more context or explanation.

The final line, "while I'm breathless, entombed by moonlight," is a powerful ending. However, the use of the word "entombed" might be too strong for the context. It suggests death or finality, which may not align with the rest of the poem's depiction of a continuing, albeit destructive, relationship.

Overall, the poem effectively uses vivid imagery and powerful language to convey the intensity of the relationship. With some adjustments to improve transitions and cohesion, it could be even more impactful.

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LOL the rhyme is nice - makes it!
Me,
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a clever word, new to my dictionary.
You always excell in choosing the appropriate diction for such themes (which is always away from my comfort zone) and that's why I especially appreciate it.
Definitely well expressed.
Thanks for sharing.

I am so glad you did post it...I love when you challenge your talent into taking chances! You always come out with the most engaging work! In this case you have dealt with the darker emotions, anger, lust, and passion did I forget anything? Danger comes to mind, too! these Lines remind me of a time when I was...

Let me up, the game is over.
From the sheets, into the night,
You're a special kind of lover.
while I'm breathless, entombed by moonlight.

xxx Car

Hi Rose, my type of poem. A little pruning, a couple of minor alterations and it would really pound the senses. Alex.