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Tokyo Honeymoon

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Our hotel window thrown open on the night
sirens rise and weave between our sighs
below, a city squeals in pleasure

Neon light spills across our pillows
We feel the force that has been forged
and binds our stories for all time

Pasts bundled into a suitcase
the lock spun, kicked beneath the bed
while we writhe and rise above

You touch yourself, then I touch you
We let the sheets slip to the floor
leaving nowhere for our desire to hide

A silver spark brightly arcs
connects my fingers and your thighs
welds your tongue tip to my throat

Like rain on glass we quickly merge
the beating rhythm, that low slow moan
so far beyond those ancient intimacies

The rest of our lives begin right here
The branches of our love in bloom
like cherry blossom painting up the trees…
 

[2021]

honeymoon

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Tom

Sat 28th Aug 2021 10:32

Ah, thank you Ray. I'm so pleased you felt that. The more I wrote this poem, the more it deviated from my original idea. Hopefully, there's enough of a balance between all the elements. Thanks for reading.

Thank you Jordyn, Stephen, Stephen and Holden for reading and the likes too. ?

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raypool

Thu 26th Aug 2021 18:01

The sensations jump off the page here, Tom. There is a long view of a relationship that bodies up the poem and blends time and space into a commitment that thrives on the scene.

Ray

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