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Nectarous Agony
Sitting here finger snapping to a changeless bang
a sudden trip remembering how sweet it is to love you
straight down to the mole on your right ankle
the dilettante symbol on left forearm
the crazy silkiness of palms possessive feel
is the shit that keeps me running to you
i'm trying to forget the smell of kush
and how you manage a absolute diction
agile partnering for lexicant
producer of punctuated and accentuate a better use of verbs "action speaks louder than words"
breaking down feelings; our tit for tat
define khalid Muhammad
bed in debate with me Machiavelli
and let me gift one
but you were already too hip
to Orgy in Rhythm E.P. Harlem River Drive
a charmed cortex
I could not resist . . . so please insist
on being yours forever . . .
© 2012 Lepadah
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Eduardo Cruz
13 years 4 months ago
Lepadah,
this is some love story, of debatible questions. I am from Spanish Harlem, and i recognize your speech. what is interesting to me is that this is a stimalated love by two. I just love this write. your ecliptic way of writing facinates me.
Eddie
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Lepadah
13 years 4 months ago
Re: Comment
Hello Eddie,
I appreciate your comment/read of this poem. From Spanish Harlem cool. I love Harlem can't keep away from the lower East Side. I will be checking you out.
Peace 1 Lepadah
Geezer
13 years 4 months ago
I have to agree with Eddie...
I was a little bit put off by the long lines at first, but after reading it through a couple of times, I couldn't see any way to shorten them and still keep the meaning. Very interesting. ~ Geezer
Lepadah
13 years 4 months ago
re: Comment
yes I agree a tad bit lengthy but when reading aloud the flow is quite nice. I thank you for an honest critique of the poem.
Peace 1 Lepadah