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1

1

In my domain you’ve come obtaining Love
For Soulless screens I wish you’d leave behind.
To join my lines, submit to me hereof
Address my words and be a friend of mine;
Undress yourselves and go astray with me;
Go deep without devices’ pesky ding.
Hell-scaping youthful ears in formless Seas
Is constant static, cancelled stress or bling.
If you I’d use my tongue instead, abuse
My breath and lips for fun from bed to bed,
Reduce my ache of head and make it loose,
But firm when lapping out these loops when read:

             When while we whirl our active tongue won’t stop,
Talk, taste, the tinging air of mine on top


Sonnet “1” is a call to poetry. It is an invitation to the world of the speaker and their verse. Its aim is to display to the reader a form which provides a physical connection through breath, and to reward them on embarking on their forthcoming trek. It thanks those who search for something not immediately digestible.

Immolate

Immolate

Great Poetry from "The Great War"

Great Poetry from "The Great War"