Cut, Thrust and Burn

May 7, 2010

By Remittance Girl

Nothing stings as sweetly
as the cut of your kiss,
here at my throat.
You decapitate me.

Nothing aches as deeply
as the thrust of your hips,
here in the cradle of mine.
You bisect me.

Nothing burns as brightly
as the weight of your gaze,
here on the map of my skin.
You consign me to the flames.

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6 Responses to Cut, Thrust and Burn

City Different on May 7, 2010 at 7:42 pm

Seems so simple–uncomplicated idea, tight little structure, every word put to work, wrapped up in a perfect title. But careful when you open it up, Pandora. Oh, makes me want to…

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ell on May 7, 2010 at 8:03 pm

Delicious.

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Paul on May 8, 2010 at 6:18 pm

RG, exquisite!!!

Love and warm hugs,

Paul.

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Nell Gwyn on May 8, 2010 at 8:25 pm

I love, love, love this! I mean I REALLY love this!

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Evilyn on May 9, 2010 at 5:38 am

What a sharp & ironic masterpiece.

Simply beautiful. Love it.

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ALA on May 9, 2010 at 11:18 am

Lovely.

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