Wonderful Sex

[Dangerouspoet]

I do not pretend.
I am the end of end.
I am the cover and closed
we are held in place
to be discovered.
There is more to know
in this, the edge.

We are ghosts
in a virtual room
but ghosts live

Words live longer
than movements
of letters on glass

In the margin
I watch music strip
naked to gather
in beds of our fuck;
I play my flute
I am your notes.

Here you make love
I feel your hands close.
on your pale skin.
to anticipate end.

I am your voyeur
in the mirror; my eyes
are yours blinded
by release; I am
voyeur in the signs
written down in
magenta- pink lipstick
on underside of thighs.

I am your lovely skin
I do not pretend.​

By Sean Farragher
http://seanfarragher.com

 

[TheRainMan]

I do not pretend.
I am the end of end.
I am the cover and closed
we are held in place
to be discovered.
There is more to know
in this, the edge.

We are ghosts
in a virtual room
but ghosts live

Words live longer
than movements
of letters on glass

In the margin
I watch music strip
naked to gather
in beds of our fuck;
I play my flute
I am your notes.

Here you make love
I feel your hands close.
on your pale skin.
to anticipate end.

I am your voyeur
in the mirror; my eyes
are yours blinded
by release; I am
voyeur in the signs
written down in
magenta- pink lipstick
on underside of thighs.

I am your lovely skin
I do not pretend.​

By Sean Farragher
http://seanfarragher.com

well . . .

that is mighty fine, and deserves a big howdy-do.

here's hoping you are not a ghost. . .no disappearing acts allowed, Mr. F.

welcome.

stay.

patrick c.

 

[Dangerouspoet]

thank you. go to my website and see my ghost is real

sean

 

[TheRainMan]

thank you. go to my website and see my ghost is real

sean

been there, many times, sean.

been here?

 

[Dangerouspoet]

time for me to add you to my link page and you to add me.

all my best,

sean

 

[TheRainMan]

time for me to add you to my link page and you to add me.

all my best,

sean

will do.

best,

p.

 

[wildsweetone]

I do not pretend.
I am the end of end.
I am the cover and closed
we are held in place
to be discovered.
There is more to know
in this, the edge.

We are ghosts
in a virtual room
but ghosts live

Words live longer
than movements
of letters on glass

In the margin
I watch music strip
naked to gather
in beds of our fuck;
I play my flute
I am your notes.

Here you make love
I feel your hands close.
on your pale skin.
to anticipate end.

I am your voyeur
in the mirror; my eyes
are yours blinded
by release; I am
voyeur in the signs
written down in
magenta- pink lipstick
on underside of thighs.

I am your lovely skin
I do not pretend.​

By Sean Farragher
http://seanfarragher.com

i think i am ruined for life. *sigh*

it's an amazing thing when a poet puts up their poetry and i sit and wonder what the hell i am doing here. now i know. it's to READ! poetry. lol

Hi and welcome to the poetry forum Sean. I'm glad to have been introduced to your poetry. Enjoy your stay.

 

[annaswirls]

Welcome, Sean. Take off your shoes and make yourself at home.

 

[clutching_calliope]

Welcome, Sean. Very nice poem.