Your Favorite Poems

ProfPacker · 07-28-2014, 10:37 PM

New Age
via Linebreak by J. P. Dancing Bear on 3/22/11
As surely as architects fall in love
with angles and lines I come to you

adjusting my buttons and lapel fascinated
by the hover of your dress

as though you floated into the room
a jellyfish a single bulb

She's not on the same field of play
they'd all whispered to me

yet I lean forward closer to you
and away from my secured counsel

As you speak whole cities blossom
within my chest a new age

out of the slow bone and flesh existence
and here ideas are rivering through

As surely as highways pulse between
major metropolises sex is a subtext

I imagine sliding down each ravine
and ripple within your dress

the touch of your hand changes
an avenue of traffic lights to green lust

With you I dream of new equations
how y might multiply with x

a new proof effervescing beneath our
formalities I don't care who's watching

I come to you wanting to build structures
together not to gaze dumbly into your eyes

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07-28-2014, 10:37 PM	#11
ProfPacker Member How Do You Identify?: butch/MOC Preferred Pronoun?: Hy/hym/hys but in circumstances like work and some other places she Relationship Status: single Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: nj Posts: 1,365 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 7,023 Thanked 4,816 Times in 1,187 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	New Age via Linebreak by J. P. Dancing Bear on 3/22/11 As surely as architects fall in love with angles and lines I come to you adjusting my buttons and lapel fascinated by the hover of your dress as though you floated into the room a jellyfish a single bulb She's not on the same field of play they'd all whispered to me yet I lean forward closer to you and away from my secured counsel As you speak whole cities blossom within my chest a new age out of the slow bone and flesh existence and here ideas are rivering through As surely as highways pulse between major metropolises sex is a subtext I imagine sliding down each ravine and ripple within your dress the touch of your hand changes an avenue of traffic lights to green lust With you I dream of new equations how y might multiply with x a new proof effervescing beneath our formalities I don't care who's watching I come to you wanting to build structures together not to gaze dumbly into your eyes