Best Dermis Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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“Dream in Dreams" 
My mind awakes to taste the tongues of those words you release. Yeah its speaks to me!
Am hungry for those pink lips...

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You ...

Burn fast in me
Searing like molten metal in my veins
Coursing my flesh with fiery magma, streaming
Each breath taken is more oxygen to feed the...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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We wend through life with hopes of one true love,
          Quite rare, such fits, that match...

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I am  the porcelain dermis seat;
I have been greeted by many without deceit.

Doing the dirty work; I don’t mind -
For this is my purpose;...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering...

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On scarred green corduroy couches, lined with age, sighing under my weight-

Like bearded old men, releasing ages of wearied wisdom, 

Slipping in their sleep-

In rooms...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent...

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Life’s tortures seem a part of my biological design
absorbing pain, a phenotype
and solutions, seemingly advancing in a slow motion
ten hands all over, tearing my blouse
hundred...

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For days we mount white stallion, 
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants, 
but carry on 
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden...

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Twenty-three ...

The freckles on your nape,
          Tiny islands of wonder on your silky dermis ...
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Capuccino tinted dermis
Button nose
Velvet strokes
Soft apple cheeks
Plump
Pink
I watch and think...

Forehead
Framed by feathers of slate
Tresses of ash
Each decadent lash
Never ending
Sweeping long
Across each almond
Eye blink
I watch and...

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Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed
You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect!
This dark became chameleon
All voices hushed, as marriage vows were...

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