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so long, bill
jenakajoffer

the slivers still itch
 1
from when you jumped me in the barn.
 2
you dressed me in sunshine
 3
then blew away like a dandelion;
 4
 
 
you never felt the way you wanted to feel
 5
and i'd let you'd come suckling
 6
in the tiny night.
 7
 
 
you looked so soft
 8
your cock puffed out like dough
 9
that if i poked too hard you'd collapse.
 10
do you remember?
 11
 
 
i leaned above you,
 12
your wet muscle taking my entire hand;
 13
even when you were silent
 14
i could unscrew your mouth.
 15
 
 
a sigh escaped your lips,
 16
and when you panicked
 17
I gently tugged your balls-
 18
your three-meat fingers slipped into my hole,
 19
then you slid right out, glazed
 20
sour-white.
 21
 
 
those days are long gone, precious.
 22
the barn is old and gnarled as the moon;
 23
i'm invulnerable.
 24
i close the clasps of my bra
 25
as i overcome my inward wish to hold on
 26
to your boyhood--
 27
 
 
all that's left is an apparition,
 28
we don't even have bad photography.
 29

7 Aug 12

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intriguing poem well writ for the most part though I read line 16 as:

'such still frailty'

dig overall nonetheless..
 — JKWeb

"the slivers in my palms still swollen"

Can slivers swell?

Jeffrey
 — jgibson000

Thanks James :)

And Jeffrey, reworded :)
 — jenakajoffer

>>>>"the slivers in my palms still swollen"

Can slivers swell?

Jeffrey >>>>>

with just a sliver of imagination, yes!

in fact, this represents an excellent metaphor for memory.
 — unknown

bloody hell jen, phew ! :)
 — Narnia

I know, I'm not sure where it comes from.  I thought I was such a soft girl. ;)

thanks for getting through this,
nice to hear from you again. :)
 — jenakajoffer

What happened to your other one you had up a bit ago? This one is nice too, but it makes me a bit too verklempt to comment on it.
 — Ananke

hey ananke, thanks...do you really find the poem emotional enough to be verklempt? I guess I'm a bit surprised.  my other recent one is still here, if you mean 'five points', I posted it before this one.  the newest 'bill poem' is 'billy-jak'...*gulp :)
 — jenakajoffer

oh hello, Narnia :)
*gasp*!
 — jenakajoffer

You're going to Carolina in your mind?

lol, where are you Jennifer?

Why can't I read any of your poems?

I have no idea what this one is about, can't relate it to anything in my life at all, which is why I didn't comment earlier...

I think this is a personal thing with you and silence of the lambs...so I probably should stay well away...

It's the same as that Ukraine (?) butcher thing -- I should have stayed well away from that too...

:-)

Love,
Melanie Safka
aka,
 — ElsieTime

This is literally the worst poem I have ever read. It really reminds me of a poem I wrote recently about how the modern poet is a raunchy little twit.
 — unknown

man there's nothing like having downs on men.
 — unknown

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