Acolyte
New Member
Here's another offering, and like the first one, please don't pull punches--give me the good (assuming it's there), the bad, the ugly, and the hideously deformed. Okay, maybe not the hideously deformed. But please, honest and constructive critique is very much appreciated! [Edit note--the underscores are only there as a form of indenting, not some stylistic point, because hitting the space bar 10 times didn't work]
High Fidelity
Ross Shingledecker
11/7/04
Your touch shocks me—
___plunges me into icy water
___an alpine lake of crystalclear memory.
It throbs out from the point of contact
___down my spine and deeper still
___as easily evoked as the times before.
Your smell is even more pervasive
___sliding through the old avenues of attack;
___I fear the final thrust.
Earlier we spoke of poetry
___of wind and stars and clouds—
___we shyed away from the subject.
In the anonymonity of dark
___the hesitation is temporal only
___as your hand reaches for mine.
The intervening months are forgotten,
___like the bitterness that marred our end.
___I remember only your touch.
No one has held me as you since then
___and while your fingers play over my chest
___I wonder if you are remembering too.
So quickly my memories edit the past
___your touch calls out to me
___though now it speaks a foreign tongue.
High Fidelity
Ross Shingledecker
11/7/04
Your touch shocks me—
___plunges me into icy water
___an alpine lake of crystalclear memory.
It throbs out from the point of contact
___down my spine and deeper still
___as easily evoked as the times before.
Your smell is even more pervasive
___sliding through the old avenues of attack;
___I fear the final thrust.
Earlier we spoke of poetry
___of wind and stars and clouds—
___we shyed away from the subject.
In the anonymonity of dark
___the hesitation is temporal only
___as your hand reaches for mine.
The intervening months are forgotten,
___like the bitterness that marred our end.
___I remember only your touch.
No one has held me as you since then
___and while your fingers play over my chest
___I wonder if you are remembering too.
So quickly my memories edit the past
___your touch calls out to me
___though now it speaks a foreign tongue.