by mnemosyne   Mar 26, 2016


he kisses her
and she tastes
of copper
/ she cowers
at the sight
of his hands


"a poem that is not a poem."


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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I have to be entirely honest here. I was all ready to sit down and offer an in-depth analysis but after reading it a few times, I don't have a clue what it is about.....but I absolutely love it, as abstract as it is (to me at least!)

    I first thought he was tasting her blood (hence her cowering) - a vampire's kiss - but then remembered (belatedly) that blood has iron not copper in it!
    So that was that theory out the window and here I am offering you nothing but congratulations on a mesmerizing little write!
    All the very best,