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 lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between my bedroom windowpanes.

I try to sit up from the fluff...

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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 merry and mellow I wish to soak in.  
Commanding and demanding those words dig in...undress your tongue of such...

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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 itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked shelf,
To see without a key.

A wince doth lurk wearing which...

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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 flames you ignite

Bones and marrow scorched with electric ferocity, afire
Core, being, skin, extremities, life itself - hot to the touch
For...

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We wend through life with hopes of one true love,
          Quite rare, such fits, that match you like a glove ...
     A blend of souls ... divine inspiration.

Once heaven found you naught...

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feathered …

moony beams daub your lips -
the irregularities
shaping little cornflower thorns
but oh, how supple the
pliant press of those luscious fruits
(savored like honey) …
I touch them delicately with the
back of my finger
then move lower to your
daintily-dimpled chin, and down …
I follow the blue beams
with my fingertips
dancing...

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moon …

beams that burn -
that turn my surgings to slag
my teeth to serrations,
hungering …
can those silly sentients not see the
verity in my veneration, you?
do they truly think it’s only art, 
only … verse?
that my blood runs in
these inky scratchings alone?
‘why pen these dark tales with...

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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; my daily grind -

I watch young children potty train;
Their parent’s efforts are not in vain.

Will all young  men please...

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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 a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide ...
The worries and joys of back-to-school preoccupations ...
Hours spent raking...

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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 wreathed in smoke, wafting between breaths of laughter and exhale

And somehow beautiful, electricity in the music that shallows me out

And...

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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 misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of the frigid Winter floor, 
Stirring cirrus shadow limbs of a...

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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 sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows show to those whose senses could. 

Turning my head to...

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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 long nails
shredding my skin down to the dermis

The waters have turned salty
and all edibles-decayed with maggots
I’m roasted by hunger and...

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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 in the channel

I taste the straps on forerunners 
deep beyond their dermis, 
way pass the dark transgression 
we obtained, 
yet...

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Twenty-three ...

The freckles on your nape,
          Tiny islands of wonder on your silky dermis ...
               I have traveled every one, many times.
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