Wet Sun

lalalalaaaaaaaalalalalaaaaaaaa Posts: 2,445
edited January 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
It’s a matter of inches,
and wet setting suns.
Concerns drip away,
and memories are drowned.
In this saturated existence,
he is completely immersed in her.

Pains and pasts are doused
with this simple exchange
of pleasure for annulment,
of ecstasy for mental bleach,
internal eruption for short-lived peace,
and a flood to break the dam of sin.
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    :)
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  • Saturnal wrote:
    It’s a matter of inches,
    and wet setting suns.
    Concerns drip away,
    and memories are drowned.
    In this saturated existence,
    he is completely immersed in her.

    Pains and pasts are doused
    with this simple exchange
    of pleasure for annulment,
    of ecstasy for mental bleach,
    internal eruption for short-lived peace,
    and a flood to break the dam of sin.

    I love the imagery I see when reading this!
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • I love the imagery I see when reading this!
    Cool. What do you see?
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