alexandre arnau

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Sense Dancing (Sensimilla Tango) - Poem by alexandre arnau

sweet acrid smoke
fills my lungs
and i sink
deeper into the
soft oak
floor



rising now
in a green tinted
vision
eyes buzzing
with wavering
freedom
and still
i sink



my fingers
searching my scalp
for the source
of a tingling
comfort
hair
brushing waves of
erotic whispers
against my cheek

still sinking

these walls
quietly shift
against the shadows
of the window
and the drapes
sway lazily
to the rythym
of my blood



i've reached the spot
in the floor
my feet were looking for
now i walk
across the bedroom
landscape
every creak of
the floorboards
an undulating melody
that wraps around
my legs
and leaves me swaying
in an ocean of sensation



my skin hinders me
from the air
my raw nerves desire
to taste
so i shed this cloak
and wash myself
in the draft from the door
my mouth
a succulent desert
my groin
a jungle of heartbeats



i thought
i was high
but i think
my senses celebrate
themselves


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 12, 2005



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