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Day 7

I painted a rainbow above your breast
and let my hand slide
down the long firm slope
to your belly button.
Content in the knowledge
that this nothing night will linger
well past day break.
That for the next week my love bites will remind you
that you long for me,
that I'm not quite as old as I seem,
and that no matter how many years you spend looking,
you'll never find another man
who paints rainbows with such passion.

However, the next week of my life will be hell,
knowing I fell far enough to hold you
one more time.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 21st Apr 2012 16:12

They must be rather harsh 'love bites'. But the sentiment of 'rainbows' is very engaging. Interesting how 'age' enters the picture here. What might seem like pride in prowess could be an expression of intense 'love' which the writer feels no other man could equal. Either way, I suppose, it is 'pride'. The final three lines open up a whole new view about the man's personal bitterness, and yet highlights his skill at sexual manipulation that 'she/he' should 'long' for him. (A 'breast' is part of a body, male or female. I have no idea why I find this poem so strongly 'masculine'.)

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Yvonne Brunton

Fri 20th Apr 2012 22:26

Hurrah for the rainbows! A lovely sentiment expressed in a glorious way:- painting rainbows. Delicious. XX

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alisonsmiles68@gmail.com

Fri 20th Apr 2012 08:43

I promise I am not stalking you - there's just something about your poems that whacks me on the nose! I loved this.

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