spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
the ghosts of your lips,
soft and hungry,
upon my wrists
the shadows of your teeth
grazing my shaking thigh
the echoes of your voice,
growling, desperate,
in my ear
how we climbed our peaks,
shouts reverberating across my hills
as you plowed my valley
late into the night
the whispers of your palms,
calloused and strong,
sliding across my hip
the stains of your handprints
crisscrossing my breasts
ashes, remnants of your burning tongue,
smeared in trails along my throat
my fingers twitch to pull you in
my heart pounds to hear you say my name
my tongue dances behind my teeth
aching to say the only words I know:
I love you
tara caribou | Β©οΈ2023
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Thank you, Tara, for your beautiful beyond words love poem!
Joanna
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Thank you, Johanna π
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You are more than welcome1
Joanna
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A beautiful love song, Tara, with a subtle hint of the erotic. Excellent.
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Thank you, Chris ππ
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The song of one pierced through by Eros’ sweet arrow.
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Yes! Thank you! π
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You’re Welcome
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou – passionate love
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Beautifully tender and passionate language. This was wonderful, Tara! π
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Thank you, Tom! ππ
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Your words… π
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Thank you Simon
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Superb ππΉ
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Thank you DA.
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I particularly enjoyed the final lines – aching to say I love you. Isn’t it so wonderful to be filled with such an irresistible urge? It’s much nicer when the thought of the words is present before the rest of the poem. It might be just lust otherwise.
You built great intensity in this piece. With echoes and ghosts first, then whispers, at the end, we arrive at almost screams.
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Thank you Goldie! A great break-down and I sure appreciate your comments π
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dark beauty…π€
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Indeed! π
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