30 poems in 30 days
8 April 2013
A bundle of bare-faced gifts
It’s probably best if you read this first for the explanation behind today’s poem(s). I couldn’t choose between them because they all seem to have something that works. The opening poem, “The Bare-Faced Girl”, is my original poem and this was published in 14 magazine (Issue 7, Autumn 2008). The additional 15 poems are simply a gift.
NB. It’s tempting, but I’m not being a bare-faced cheat; this counts as one poem only for the purposes of NaPoWriMo.
The Bare-Faced Girl
She loves by the moment,
grazing on sunlight and glitter.
Fast out of shadow,
blushing with garden’s breath.
There is no thought throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering memory
of wet, needy pleasure;
no body yielding, hard and soft,
in her hand, to leave behind.
When summer comes there is
only her warmth, missed;
aromas of our intimate spring;
my persistent pulse.
The Bare-Faced Girlfriend
She lovers by the monarch,
grazing on sunshine and glitter.
Fast out of shaft,
blushing with gardener’s breed.
There is no thousand throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering mention
of wet, needy plot;
no bolt yielding, hard and soft,
in her handful, to leave behind.
When summit comes there is
only her warning, missed;
aromas of our intimate spur;
my persistent pump.
The Bare-Faced Glance
She loyalties by the monarchy,
grazing on superintendent and glitter.
Fast out of shame,
blushing with garment’s breeding.
There is no thread throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering menu
of wet, needy pocket;
no bomb yielding, hard and soft,
in her handicap, to leave behind.
When sun comes there is
only her warrant, missed;
aromas of our intimate squad;
my persistent punch.
The Bare-Faced Glass
She lucks by the money,
grazing on supermarket and glitter.
Fast out of shape,
blushing with gas’s breeze.
There is no threat throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering merchant
of wet, needy poem;
no bomber yielding, hard and soft,
in her handle, to leave behind.
When sunlight comes there is
only her warrior, missed;
aromas of our intimate squadron;
my persistent punishment.
The Bare-Faced Glimpse
She lumps by the monitor,
grazing on supervision and glitter.
Fast out of share,
blushing with gate’s brewery.
There is no threshold throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering mercy
of wet, needy poet;
no bombing yielding, hard and soft,
in her handling, to leave behind.
When sunshine comes there is
only her wartime, missed;
aromas of our intimate square;
my persistent pupil.
The Bare-Faced Glory
She lunches by the monitoring,
grazing on supervisor and glitter.
Fast out of shareholder,
blushing with gathering’s brick.
There is no throat throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering merger
of wet, needy poetry;
no bond yielding, hard and soft,
in her happiness, to leave behind.
When superintendent comes there is
only her washing, missed;
aromas of our intimate stability;
my persistent purchase.
The Bare-Faced Glove
She lungs by the monk,
grazing on supper and glitter.
Fast out of shed,
blushing with gaze’s bride.
There is no throne throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering merit
of wet, needy point;
no bone yielding, hard and soft,
in her harbour, to leave behind.
When supermarket comes there is
only her waste, missed;
aromas of our intimate stadium;
my persistent purchaser.
The Bare-Faced Go
She luxuries by the monkey,
grazing on supplement and glitter.
Fast out of sheep,
blushing with gear’s bridge.
There is no thumb throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering mess
of wet, needy poison;
no bonus yielding, hard and soft,
in her hardware, to leave behind.
When supervision comes there is
only her watch, missed;
aromas of our intimate staff;
my persistent purpose.
The Bare-Faced Goal
She machines by the monopoly,
grazing on supplier and glitter.
Fast out of sheet,
blushing with gen’s brigade.
There is no ticket throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering message
of wet, needy pole;
no book yielding, hard and soft,
in her harm, to leave behind.
When supervisor comes there is
only her water, missed;
aromas of our intimate stage;
my persistent pursuit.
The Bare-Faced Goat
She machineries by the monster,
grazing on supply and glitter.
Fast out of shelf,
blushing with gender’s broadcast.
There is no tide throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering metal
of wet, needy police;
no booking yielding, hard and soft,
in her harmony, to leave behind.
When supper comes there is
only her wave, missed;
aromas of our intimate staircase;
my persistent pylorus.
The Bare-Faced God
She madames by the month,
grazing on support and glitter.
Fast out of shell,
blushing with gene’s broadcasting.
There is no tie throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering metaphor
of wet, needy policeman;
no booklet yielding, hard and soft,
in her harvest, to leave behind.
When supplement comes there is
only her way, missed;
aromas of our intimate stair;
my persistent qualification.
The Bare-Faced Gold
She magazines by the monument,
grazing on supporter and glitter.
Fast out of shelter,
blushing with generation’s brochure.
There is no tiger throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering method
of wet, needy policy;
no boom yielding, hard and soft,
in her hat, to leave behind.
When supplier comes there is
only her weakness, missed;
aromas of our intimate stake;
my persistent quality.
The Bare-Faced Golf
She magics by the mood,
grazing on surface and glitter.
Fast out of shield,
blushing with genius’s broker.
There is no tile throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering methodology
of wet, needy politician;
no boost yielding, hard and soft,
in her hatred, to leave behind.
When supply comes there is
only her wealth, missed;
aromas of our intimate stall;
my persistent quantity.
The Bare-Faced Goodness
She magistrates by the moon,
grazing on surgeon and glitter.
Fast out of shift,
blushing with gentleman’s bronze.
There is no timber throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering metre
of wet, needy politics;
no boot yielding, hard and soft,
in her hazard, to leave behind.
When support comes there is
only her weapon, missed;
aromas of our intimate stamp;
my persistent quarry.
The Bare-Faced Goods
She magnitudes by the moor,
grazing on surgery and glitter.
Fast out of shilling,
blushing with geography’s brother.
There is no time throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering middle
of wet, needy poll;
no border yielding, hard and soft,
in her head, to leave behind.
When supporter comes there is
only her weather, missed;
aromas of our intimate stance;
my persistent quarter.
The Bare-Faced Gospel
She maids by the morale,
grazing on surplus and glitter.
Fast out of ship,
blushing with german’s brow.
There is no timetable throbbing
like an endless embrace;
not a lingering midnight
of wet, needy pollution;
no borough yielding, hard and soft,
in her headache, to leave behind.
When surface comes there is
only her wedding, missed;
aromas of our intimate standard;
my persistent queen.
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