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Hunger
Posted: 21 August 2004
Word Count: 37
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Warm eyes,
Warm hands,
Warms lips to kiss -
your sweetness drip-feeds
my longing.
Sustenance
trickles down,
moist nourishment
for a soul
and body
in need.
Shackled by paranoia,
coaxed by hunger,
I long to devour
you.
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 olebut at 09:29 on 21 August 2004
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BoBo very erotic very evocative ( especially the second verse) sort of hits the spot. Equally I like the snappiness of the poem no wasted words.
Superb as always
take care
david
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 joanie at 09:46 on 21 August 2004
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Bobo, I like this very much. Very sensual and visual. I particularly like ´drip-feeds my longing´.
joanie
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Bobo at 10:39 on 21 August 2004
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itcame - thanks for your comment...though reckon 'lucky' is misplaced...!
BoBo x
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roovacrag at 20:41 on 21 August 2004
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Bobo.. is this a hunger you want?
To touch ,taste be a part of.
Third stanza got me complexed.
You want and for some reason its not happening.
Think long and hard,before you commit.
xx Alice
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Bobo at 10:22 on 22 August 2004
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Al - thanks for commenting. It's a hunger that just 'is' - whether I 'want' it or not. The 3rd stanza is about the fears connected to an intensity of feeling that is hard to handle. To relinquish control, to give in to need and want totally, is scary beyond belief!
BoBo x
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Fearless at 10:36 on 22 August 2004
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Yes, scary, but perhaps also the greatest thing one can do. Kinda depends on what the 'feeling' is though. The lyric is intense, but vague. Nice one.
Fearless
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The Walrus at 19:08 on 24 August 2004
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Sorry, haven't read comments, but diving in here - interesting piece like the beginning starting with an almost addiction like desire and then the sting:
"Shackled by paranoia", leaves one questioning the true nature, foundation of this relationship.
The Walrus
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Ticonderoga at 15:39 on 25 August 2004
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Bobo,
A marvelously sensuous expression of longing and uncertainty; the poem really does ooze over the page in an amazing amalgam of lust and trembling.
Best,
Mike
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Bobo at 06:59 on 26 August 2004
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Walrus / Mike - thanks for commenting, and glad you liked it. The uncertainty, being 'shackled by paranoia' is rooted in past experiences...not good ones, obviously!
Thanks again,
BoBo x
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