your breath shivers up my nape, a pleasure instant and sweet
as I breathe in the orange vanilla of your new perfume
the thumpa thumpa race of your heartbeat filling me with heat
your white chocolate hand, pale and perfect against my caramel arm
to savor the tang of your whiskey tongue as our mouths finally meet
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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Beyond
A point in time indicates finish, period to a sentence, finite space stopped by boundaries and contained. But what if a point in time is simply continuation? Beyond the ellipses of the written word, beyond grammar and punctuation, beyond the end, the stop, the taking in of a breath. A point can be a black hole, incessantly consuming. A point could be the tip of something larger, the beginning of a foray into chasms of underwater icebergs. A point could be the opening of an eye, which sees beyond the edge of reasoning. A point could be a doorway into another realm, the place where you insert yourself from one dimension into another, where what you are is not what you will be, but merely an instant, not even a pause, leading to something greater. A point could be infinite expanding, commencing, fulfilling, hope, Heaven, chaos, art. The point could be - should be - would be - will be -
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Poets
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