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Pick 'n' Mix: A Sketch To Match My Poem. Day 1 And My First Try At Inktober. A Slightly Different Take
Pick 'n' mix: a sketch to match my poem. Day 1 and my first try at Inktober. A slightly different take on 'Ring', perhaps. Repost with alt text.
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The boxing bell sounds;
I step out into the ring.
As I hit, he kneels.
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AKB 2019
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A Love Affair with the Earth While the Sun Looks On
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The earth is your home
The sea, my legacy.
Every edge of me touching
Every edge of you.
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I say touch, I mean push, nudge
Sometimes I bite
And you crumble
Into my mouth
Then rebuild, elsewhere.
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In the cracks between my toes
Only sand grows.
Wan like my frost
Not the kind dark
Where good things thrive.
Bees won't land on me.
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Glacial, I melt on hot days
My ridges recede, oceans rise.
In loving you, I flood you.
Resistance isn't futile
In this war we call a game.
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In the trenches we plot attrition,
Waves like infantry carry it out.
You let me brush up against you,
Still you roar,
And smile sideways with knowledge.
I'll never win.
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It's a race to the end.
Blood in my ears, oil in your blood.
You taste the salt and spit it out.
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Unstuck and out of synch.
Here are my offerings.
There's no man here
Just entities
Beyond belief.
And still, all I ask is:
Will you touch me?
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You push inside of me
While I only lap at your thighs,
Twisting and calling
Breathing in and out with the moon
While your rhythm waits on the sun.
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The sun, giver and taker
Beats down hotter, beams out brighter
Burns the world and starts anew.
I wouldn't want it without you.
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AKB 2019
