Best Dermal Poems

you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
               teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
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 - breath blushes blue between us ...

you ask the question
THAT question
so, you're requesting rationality, lucidity
when you stand before me dressed in pure starlight
ONLY starlight, with moon drops in your eyes
splashing your coy smile like rare south sea pearls
damp from our cool evening swim, you...

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Do you remember?
We lay in the moonlight, exhausted and content,
Moments from perfection, skin glistening with moisture,
Salty and sweet from love - love so amazing
That it stunned us every time ...
Always better than before, and always perfect.
Even from the very first, always different and new,
Yet always...

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oh dear heaven ...

how impeccant …
how subtly innocent and eager!
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise …

or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the...

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your eyes close …

mine stay open, bewitched
my lips move soft along your cheek -
a sublime dermal journey
from nape to mouth
I brush yours with mine, as if
miming a sigh
and they part ... slowly ... sweetly
I pull back, slightly, then press again,
tender …
our lips fit … perfectly
the...

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Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
    And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...

Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
    Yet there's but one...

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oh dear heaven ...

how impeccant
how subtly innocent and eager
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise

or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the motion of...

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Heaven's always weeping

          Just to grace your lash

                    Cobalt iris' peeping

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to swim the abyss ...
          dark depths of a sparkling gaze -
     your coy, captive eyes

to touch electric ...
          my fingers find warm...

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all my senses ...

long to make sense ... of YOU
what greets my gaze is perfect imperfection
lines and curves and shapes and
colors and movements
mingled with sacred intent in sublime symmetry -
features that alone might be found disconcerting
collectively arranged in ways that
steal the steadiest of breaths
and define...

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Hypochondrial Delusion

A mind corrupted canker
Of cystic self failure
Even gastric anorexia
And fluttery throb to alight the fear
An adrenaline generated tachycardia
That matches respiration
And causes hyperventilation
With invasive pacy rhythm
And palpitating violation
To anxious infarction
 In schizoid arrest

A hepatic paranoia 
of dermal yellow 
And lily liver assault
That feeds a life...

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Cpt. kirks future predictions- Food tubes {supplimitarium A B C D E}
Universal united nations {u.u.n} tying all the galactic species in celestial socialism
Robotic republicans & dimensionless democrats 
All humanities races will melt together into a weird orangey color 
The soviets will turn Cruthnie into a...

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Electrical

Tiny dermal vibrations

Tingly, soft of exquisite texture

Warm, of porcelain delicacy and tone

Your skin pulse mixes with the thrum of mine

Tender touches cuing tiny shivers of your surfaces

Small flutters where my fingertips dance, barely brushing

Squeaky little deep-throat moans tell me it's what you're desiring

I continue my...

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maybe it can see?

  indescribably complex colors.
   a myopic genius without an epic.


 maybe it can hear?

  half the world is sleeping anyway..
  metric sighs narrow in the ear.


maybe it can feel?

 the age of some dermal mother,
 she's given...

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key rattle, chain rattle, a keychain rattles 
hanging from my wrist, it sways back
 and forth keeping time as i walk.

keeping the metronome and sundial
 disk near to me, nearer to me still is
 my life so precious to me. 

 now cyclones of hardened...

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