BlueIris
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Fri Jun-13-08 02:24 PM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/13/08 |
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Edited on Fri Jun-13-08 02:30 PM by BlueIris
"Dried Fruit on Ben Yehuda Street"
If you held two large dried figs in your open palm (thumb up, fingers in a relaxed curl), you would certainly think of me. You'd hate something familiar in the deeply-lined, brown-tan mottled outer skin, thick, pliable, unexpectedly soft. You'd bounce them in one hand and with the other, play with the woody stem and excite the multitude of seeds inside. Dates make me think of you, small, slim, their brown uniform and aureole. Figs are primitive and thick; you can chew around their fringes, but each half of a date is a nipple. I suck them gently for the sweetness and they feel firmer, giving their sugar. After, whether figs or dates, all the fingers are sticky and slick.
—Leonard Orr
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Fri Jun-13-08 02:27 PM
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Mmmm...yummy, erotic, very yummy!
I'm loving the imagery in this one, a whole lot!
Thank you...
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Fri Jun-13-08 02:29 PM
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2. Yeah, I thought the imagery here was...stealthy. |
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