Skin Deep (A Poet to Her Lover)

by Caligula's Launderette

Published November 20, 2005

In Poems

Jack is to blame for this, I just read perfection and was inspired...so yeah all your fault, Jack, not that I mind though...

CL

Skin Deep

the dips in your skin
are smooth freckled little-valleys.
perfection
in
imperfect wanderings.

the elfin up-tip of your nose
is no connotation of silver spoons
but of knowledge and uprighting existence.

when I hold you
perfection is in little things
it's all one can ask for
in this myopic sphere.

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Misty
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Misty commented Comment · Nov 29, 2005

i liked it...it was very descriptive. :P

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Ieatworms
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Ieatworms commented Comment · Nov 28, 2005

I felt immediately like I knew what you were talking about.

"in this myopic sphere."

That's a great way of capturing both the visual and emotional impact of being so close to someone.

Good work.

Caligula's Launderette commented Comment · Nov 28, 2005

I corrected the mistake, erggg I wish I could type and spell at the same time. oh well.

Hehehe (on two poems inspired), now dontcha feel special hon?! :wink:

CL

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Firestarter wrote a review Review · Nov 21, 2005

Sorry :wink: Now I have two poems as replies to two of mine. How great ...

Anyway, I liked the graphical representation of the "valleys" in the first stanza, that was cool. Correction in second stanza, should be "spoons" I reckon. I liked it!



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